Walking around changing places <br />I've always been escaping faces <br />Sometimes slowly some others with hasty paces <br />Running often till getting aches <br />Thinking the burden is around my phases <br />But the feeling remained in me since ages <br />Letting me out feeling the spaces <br />Tying my feet with my single traces <br /> <br /> <br />Wherever I go it's attached to me <br />Do I want to escape the world or the world is chasing me? <br /> <br />How many times have I declared myself but they didn't like it <br />So why shall I stay silent and try to find it <br />Why didn't it spring just as you watch it? <br />Or is it just an illusion that you can't catch it? <br /> <br />Can't I find a way towards my finality? <br />Or will I always be a particle of that entity?<br /><br />Besma Jemaa<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wonders-11/
