Escaping from the rabbit hole, under the spell of persistence, I am enchanted, chasing after my dream;
I spotted negativity going undercover to track me down as if I am an old foe,
I ran like one hundred years and eventually free on bail prisoner, found a tree trunk calling for me to rest my back to it, I resisted the exhaustion, as mouth uttered,
what if I am crashed?
When panting for liberation knocked my butt out.
I ran halfway through my path, shall I return after all? It’s when one enigmatic trunk said, “you choose to either run forward or backwards, it’s all your choice, run or escape”...
