I just wanted to run.
Get off that bus and run right back to where you were.
I wanted to run until I saw you in my line of sight again.
I wanted to run.
To what? I’m not sure.
As you would have only done what they all do.
I find myself running to empty hearts,
vacant eyes and heartless bodies.
I’ve been infatuated with holograms
Running through an illusion with no way out but down.