Lonely Phony

Running wild in

Captivated soul nothing like It

When the heat is cold better run on In 

Before burning like a tide and moon 

Dissected way out when 

The cattle eyes never found a place

Hidden from the rightful person

After another way below in 

To much left to do 

Out here in 

A third option 

To run from 

To run for 

To run in

Hiding down deep already knowing 

Just a matter of choosing 

A moment that is already 

Happening In 

There in their wildest dreams 

Closed In

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