How much Longer?
How much Longer?
The green walls and the black doors.
A place where no one can reach me
This is not a lament.
I do not weep for what is not.
I am tired, I long to rest
My legs are wobbly and my eyes strained
Even though I am still young.
My shoulders have hunched
my spine a little bent
and my arms ache.
My hair is thinning and my teeth are rotten
But I am not that old.
I have been fighting.
I have been running.
Running away from my foe
I climbed the mountains hoping for safety
but I was followed.
I crawled through the tunnels
in the pitch dark,
yet I am not safe.
I swam across the swift river
searching for my home
Alas, it’s not here.
Every road, every turn,
I keep hoping to see my house
The green walls and the black doors.
A place where no one can reach me
Yet I am in the middle of nowhere
With no place to go
A little further, I tell myself
My legs are wobbling
My throat is parched
A little further
Perhaps it’s right around the corner
Perhaps it’s across the lake
so I take the boat
Looking for the hint of the pale green walls.
A little further, I tell myself.
Perhaps it’s in the forest.
Perhaps it is atop the mountain.
Perhaps it is across the ocean.
But I am tired; I long to rest.
How much longer should I run?
How much further should I travel?
I am tired; I long to rest.
How much longer till I can rest?
Will I be able to stand the next time I stumble?
I am tired
Shall I close my eyes for a little while?
Hope you’ve regained hope!
I have actually, I am doing a lot better now. I’m two years late to reply but yeah I am much better now thanks for asking
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