Runaway

(Hide and Seek)

Darrell Pender
© 3/18/2013

I was ten when I first ran away.
I had no clue what to do,
I needed to get away from you.

A bus, a plane, a train,
how fast would they whisk me away?
Hide me from the evil things that come.

Imaginary friends to ease my mind,
tell me stories in the evening time.
Quell the fears of a putrescent life.

The police and brothers the day spent
seeking the places they thought I went.

A bit smarter I was,
I spent the day hiding in a tree.
Climbed high looked as far as the eye could see.
Places to hide me;
places to keep me from you.

Tag, I'm it,
you found me.