When I’m in bed I tend to run down the road of life I’m on
The unique thing is I’m running backwards
Because I don’t wish to see the cracks in the road that are coming up
Don’t want to see the warning signs of all the things that might go wrong
and the possible tears I might shed
I might be moving towards it, but I don’t want to look ahead
I just want to find myself where I want to be
The sky in front of me has this sun that burns my eyes
It has these officers lying in wait to catch me when I’m living a lie
The clouds are white without a sign of rain
But my mind won’t accept anything so plain
My eyes will always play these tricks to distort the peace I see
So even though I’m running backwards my eyes are closed
Because the past also scares me
The path behind me has a volcano of scars waiting to erupt
A sky filled with clouds so black the only option they have is to rain down pain and dampen the green grass that brightens my past
The warnings signs are worn out from blinking and are now nothing more than ornaments on an empty road I can’t bare to look at
What exactly have I been running on?
Has each one of my steps been wrong?
Is my end destination safe or is it just another rest stop
for a wicked soul that never feels at home
The stench from decomposing bodies’ from those who left me alone
This road of mine is wicked, empty, broken and beautiful all at the same time, these are the thoughts that run through my mind
As I lay in bed looking at a ceiling that at times decides to look back
I wish I could ask someone if I was on the right track
I wish I could stop running and just glide my way through
Or even better, I wish I didn’t feel the need to run
That I could look at both skies and they would just be one
The dark and light clouds would intertwine I’d have peace of mind
The volcano of scars would just be a mountain kissing the sky
The sun would still be as bright but it’d hide behind a cloud of love
