Poetry II

Again no sense of verse or rhyme, just words on the screen.

Running

There is an easy way out
And a hard way through
You chose the former
And force me to toil

It’s hard to stay
Hard to make sense of it
Hard to make it work
It’s easy to run from the effort

You ignore the tough parts
Overlook the effort it takes
To push on through to the other side
It’s easy to run from the soul

You’re like the blues
You avoid the heart
You run from the feeling
It’s easy to run from the love

But it’s hard to stop and face
Those things you run from so tirelessly
It’s much easier to turn
And run to someone else

And in the end
That’s what it’s about
You run so hard
To take the easy way out