running

the world is a funny place
and life has a strange sense of humor
last spring all torn up
agony of falling without
someone to catch me

and now i'm still falling
and who will catch me
i don't know
the life i had, the one i knew
flew out the window as
did my sanity, my happiness

i ran all the way around the track
this time
running away from one to another
and finally meeting up with one again
how many laps do I have to go
until i'll just be done with it all?