Freedom

We are running, running.
Running from our world.
Our past lives.
The past corruption.
The past lies.
The cruelty.
We ran through the soft grass and weeds,
the fresh dew of morning,
the moist smooth earth beneath our feet.
We know what we are running from,
but what are we running to?
Our fate is uncertain.
Our final destination is unknown.
Yet we don't question it,
we don't stop or look back.
Wherever we end up,
it can't be as bad as where we left.
Or can it?
All i know is that we are both here running.
Running for freedom.
Freedom.