Some people were just born for leaving.

Oh, runaway man;
You got living to do,
People to meet--
Somewhere new.
Runaway man, you've got
no explaining to do.

Happiness will find you.
Runaway man,
What have you here?

East coast sands at your feet,
Stale salty Atlantic Ocean,
Sunrises and spent of surprises.
Nothing waits for you here.
It's all used and washed up.

Runaway man, live.
Live things to be live.
New feelings to arise.
Runaway man, find.
Find what you seek,
To feel less empty.
Runaway man, float.
Sail away in winds unknown--
Just be kind to those
you use to call home.



Dedicated to the one man running.
June 23, 2014

xo
​Paulina Tuy