Poezja

Life is short - I'll run while I still can.
Entering your adventure - you'll soon understand anger.
Asking what's my plan... But that's what I paid her.

This isn't what I was made to do. My mind's racing from all the things I wanted from you. These roads are getting closer - cut the distance to get you closer.

If I am the storm - if I am the maker... "I'll get you through this." - I told my future.

Are you ready for what we were made for? Told myself I wouldn't let you closer.

The world, to me, is as small as my mind. It's vast, reckless, and the exit... I can't find.

[Thanks to- Naykd Poet - for the suggestion]