Where would I be if I had no
place to run…no place at all
everyone I know want's to
run something…be a boss
be in control
I just want to run…not
Overflow
Not…downstream
Run…into my own
Underground dream
Above earth where grass
Grows green
Where blood flows free and clean
Across the asphalt
Through shadowed painted
Black walls
Light falls on a premise
That does not fall
Where I cuss the universe
That first cursed me
Told not to speak at an early age
My pain ripped through the
Tear soaked page
Aggravated The ink faded
Herbal influenced
Fluently
I
still
speak
because
It's all I can
be