[R U N]
What is this?
This gust of wind that’s urging me to run
Run, as far as I can
It can’t be real
I bet it’s fake
I bet it’s a facade
I feel it on my skin and blowing through my hair
Or maybe it got caught in a cobweb
Cause there’d be no wind in an airtight box, right?
Maybe if I’d turn around
And I’d risk a little peek around the corner
I’d find myself on a meadow far away
And then I could run, run as far as I can
As far as I’d want to, stop whenever I feel like it
And realize that the wind is as solid as it could be
What a nice thought, I think to myself
As I slowly turn
To catch a glimpse of light in the corner of my eye
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