The escape with no roadmap
Where any path you choose to walk
Is nothing more than
An isolating intuition—the light
No one else can see.
A million little flames lit by memories,
Dancing in the darkness of your dreams.
Your steps, a scorched erasure—
No matter what, you can't return.
Do you still choose to run?
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