She wanted to escape, to run far away
To break violently with her routine day
To finally able to breathe oxygen
In a space where she waited for her perfect man
Sometimes, there was a panic attack
That the futile past will find her track
She thought she can climb up there
Hiding in the skies, breathing fresh air
I told her it was foolish to be afraid
The bad memories will soon fade
We stood at a bar; she was shaken
I said, " Tell your fears that they are mistaken"
We waited in vain for the resolution
But, there was no perfect solution
Except braving her soul from the fear foam
And going back to her home
Quite a bit later, I sat on her hospital bed
The doctor came back and said she was dead
She let herself go to the eternity free
I did not understand, I could not foresee
She wanted to escape, to run far away
© Copyright: Эрнст Миллер, 2017
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