The running man in  General   

Words unspoken of a unknown
runningman
That hangs in the balance
that is grasped but not lost
he gains control of what
he calls his own
and fails to loose
with the hope he gains
for he puts before him
all that he brought
still he hangs in the balance
many opsticals have come
his way
but he keeps a outlook
that is more visiual
than tommarow
saying to hell with the fact
that he is bound to find
him-self drowning in
his own sarrow
in a lost for words
and nothing but time
he controls his own destiny
"yes"the wisemen spoke the
words but the runningman
inforced them on the brain
without any feeling of
hurt or pain
with the challenges that
he faced he gave his-self
encouragement
reluctant to his smile
A game...
The game...
He has become a master
only self-being can express
he never falls short
more or less
It is him...
It is he...
He is the runningman

By cute_4_you

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