'Run' by Luke Paraman
Waking each day to a new dream
Still unsure what I'm meant to do
Blissfully lost
Blue like the eyes of a boy I once knew
A train window protrudes
My viewing platform of the world
A cinema screen of green hills
Starring as Hollywood pearls
My new home eludes me
For a home I have none
Just a boy and his suitcase
Living his life on the run
I breathe for new worlds
Of things I barely know
The black of Nordic rivers
And the white of English snow
Becoming unmovable like stone
A mainstay of this fleeting life
A painter of the world
A carpenter with a knife
I'm a wandering nomad
For which my end has no sight
Finding the colours of the world
Until no longer is my light
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Luke Paraman
Australian writer and artist from Melbourne
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