Running Away

Clichés, pet peeves and apathy
are just ways to run away.
Who will be there
In 10 years time,
Holding my hand and telling me
It’s just fine.
Who will be there
Tomorrow.
I wish I knew the consequences
Of my actions
So yesterday, today and the future
Would not just be doubt.
Fear, pain and betrayal
Are always in my mind.
But even so,
Even if I do
Feel emotions, negative.
I live for the day and
I live for my people.
The bonds that I share
The memories that we made
Even if it disappoints
I’ll always be awake,
Aware to the possibilities
And opportunities
The pain brought about.
I’ll rather fall and crash
Than live on a cloud.
So what if God wrote a book
About human kind
Laws,
Stories,
And pain.
My life is my own book,
My own rules,
My own beliefs.
Yet others when confronted
Find solitude in faith.
I hold no grudges against it
But it shouldn’t be the only way.
And others say something
Over and over again.
To me they’re just hiding
Ineffectively from pain.
So what if strife does fall
Upon those who take the risks,
I’ll rather be the risk taker
Than the one who
Runs away.
Clichés, pet peeves and apathy
Are just way to hide our pain,
But sometimes it feels good
To bring others to our plane.
Doubts always on my mind,
Yet my faith is in the people
Even if they always
Disappoint.
Just don’t runaway.