perhaps, us...

please don't ask me why i run
i know sometimes, it's not for fun.
it hurts when i sit still for too long...
and when i say you don't know me
am i wrong?

faded dreams and local wine
monsoon seasons wrapped in sunshine
i'm in too deep to look back and sigh
though i was sad there was no goodbye?

random things will make me smile
and it will go on for miles and miles
emotions sat aside and emotions piled.

it was my own prediction,
it didn't become fiction..
i guess i had a part in making it come true.
perhaps, us... we are only fools..