"When will they learn"
I watch people running from life.
It's as if the world was on fire.
They're racing for the future.
While running from the past.
When will they learn?
They fight.
But, for what?
They cry.
For who?
I laugh to be free for me.
And for the joy I feel inside.
I don't pout.
I let the happiness out.
Don't run from the flame.
Fight the game.
© JDL
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