Runaway

Can not stop, can not stop, can not stop.

 I was running through all the tunnel, still in my grey suit. I was running during the night, to find a little light while wishing that everything is gona be all right. I was not running for my flight, I was running to make everything bright. I am the man with all the other men's life in my life. I live as multiple person. I am a gambler, yet an employer. I am a husband, yet a father. I am a gardener, yet a plumber. I am running and jumping from a dream to another dream. I keep running all the time, I dont worry to get fired, because I am the man who never gets tired.

That night, is just like another night. I hit the bar after having a hard time in my little cubic. I hit the bar, hit the table and hit the drunk man besides me who told me that I look like Charlie Chaplin. I did not tell him that his face looks like shit, I just said that he is a dirt. He tried to hit my face back, but he did missed it. I also slapp ed all members of my gambling club. I slapped the doctor, the teacher and the musician who I did not remember their name. Two of them has cheated on me and left a bunch of ilegal debts on my shoulder. Another one tried to seduce my wife. I slapped them all one by one, by my left hand. 

I ran from the bar, I ran from the mad man, I ran from my gambling club, I ran from my work, I ran from my lady at home, I ran from my broken car, I ran from my little asking many things daughter, I ran from my ugly boss, I ran from the whole boring thing in life.

I ran during the night, still in my grey suit and my great simple mustache. I ran and felt addicted, I can not stop the steps. The more steps I  have made, the farther me from the chaotic days which have been unfixable, undefinable, unexpected and unbearable.The more steps I made the more happy feeling I closed to.

I ran away, not just another running, it is a runaway, may be a forever good bye.