Run Away Poem by Al J. Cuesta

'Tis the story of a cat,

A cat who was not specially fast,
But had a spirit burning like her body
,
And a soul that was made to fit nobody
,
A cat who wanted to run away from his past
;
He wanted not to look back
,
He wanted not one cat to keep a record of his tracks
,
For he wanted not to be followed,

Only to be free

.

Here he now stands,

At the crossroads of time and forgotten sands
;
Where the raging rivers once left a mark
;
Where lightning bolts once struck a spark
;
Where riveting soldiers once fought a fearless battle
;
Where serpents once shook and rattled
;
Where the apple once fell,
Where the apple once was eaten

.

Here he now stands
,
At the crossroads of time and forgotten sands
;
Where the ripples of mens choices made waves;
Where ones turn around and others stray away
;
Where caves full of desperation created a fragile road;

Where the secrets of never-land are secretly told
;
Where she left me to cry and howl
,
Where once died the wisest of owls.



Here he now stands
,
At the crossroads of time and forgotten sands
;
Where once lay to rest one thousand sailors of emotion
;
Where the flea market of cheap thrills sold love on promotion
;
Where miss coffee and mister chocolate casually meet
;
Where the king served the poor on the street;
Where our father and lord chose not to go, 

Where meaning lacks substance and serves just for show.



'Tis the story of a cat
,
A cat who is not specially fast,

But has a spirit burning like her body
,
And a soul made to fit nobody
,
A cat running away from his past
;
Forever, never looking back
,
For no other cat ever dared keep a record of his tracks
,
For he chose not to be followed
,
Only to be free.