Run! (Back to where you were)
Run! (Till you let go of your grudge)
Run! (Don't stop, fly high)
Run! (Till your legs give out on you)
Who is that in the mirror? and where am I?
In class at 8, the clock is ticking, and there's an occasional cough
Looking at me like a criminal; the elusive grace of a spring day
In a neverending race, lost hopelessly
Exhausted every day from the time I switch on the lights; that's my
life!
To Tehran at 12; dressed the same along the crosswalk
Every day I cross to eat, or rather, to live
Wondering "Who is who?" is better than wondering "Who am I?"
This is how I will live in my unsure future.
Who am I? and where am I? I start with a thought and end with confusion
Something around me is loud... a riot or some commotion.
A bitter taste in my dry throat.
Thinking of my past days makes me bored. And thinking of my days to
come
makes me confused.
Wandering without end. I want to escape. I'll help. Clench your teeth--
Now is the time!
Jump out!