never-neverland

as i sit down on this familar thing i call my chair...
ending my vivid monotous routine abruptly...
i've stopped moving, thinking and working...
then why does it feel like i'm still running...

i feel like i'm still in my dillusional state of mind...
everytime i tell myself to stop...
i bolt up from my never-neverland...
and keeping running through...

the people i've passed by...
the places i've passed by...
the time i've passed by...
i don't think i'd ever remember you...

life goes on with or without you...
you either choose to run along...
or stop and be forced to think about running along...
wait till everyone passes by and stop thinking of you...

i'll choose how, when and where i want to start running...
i'll choose how, when and where i want to stop running...
i'll choose how, when and where i want to run to...
i'll choose how, when and ...

who i want to run from...

the thing about running...
its not about how fast you go or how long you take...
as long as you get to where you want to be...
thats what running is all about...

but when you start running...
you don't feel like stopping...
becuse when you do stop...
before you know it, life runs past you...

don't think i'll ever know where i'm running to...
or who i'm running from...
but i've put on my running shoes...
i've tied up my laces...



































hopefully when i get to when my running to...
i'll know when to stop...