The Running Vagabond

The sirens go off

i push through the emergency exit

and run up the alley.

I never know what am looking for

so this time, it's no different.

I must have ran as quick as lightning

because no one ran past me,

or was i too slow

that everyone disappeared 

before i even started thinking?

Now that i've escaped from the danger,

do i scream for help or hide from it..?

The sirens are getting louder, getting closer...

I can feel the cold sweat starting to drip

from my throbing temples,

i breathe so heavily, it tires me.

Should i run? Should i stay?

Where are they?!

i run, i ran, i am running

away from the sirens, away from help

away from the now dieing cries...

past the the menacing buildings, 

past the busy sidewalks,

past the over-friendly grocer and bakery,

past my old school and childhood home,

i run, i ran, i am running

Then i stop.

Just as suddenly as i began.

I never know what i'm looking for

so this time, it's no different.

The sun is blazing, yet i feel cold...

As i turn around and begin to head back,

i feel the shade of the cloud overhead,

protecting me from the sun's angry stare.

As always i take it to be a sign,

as always i trudge back to square one.

Photograph : exit_by_toko