Mission to Mars
Ground control to a straying soul
There are many who never return, but the lure from a painful reality perceived, numb, some wish to not feel ever again
The red mist settles as your mood eases
Angry runner dying slowly
A life lived in blue
A mission to Mars to escape the world
There are many who never come back to the hear and the now, the living and learning
Pain to pain, never seen again for now
The lure from reality, numbed, they imagine a door to escape
Runner, runs, run, running....
A shot in the arm or the red mist rising in one on an island
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The glamour dies, craziness is loose
Lives not lived and those taken away do actually have a tale to be told...