Planning it for years,
Chalking the next step,
the prisoner finally broke out,
through the bars and the walls dark,
into the light divine and free,
he was out again, on the flee!

He heard cries discouraging,
'They will catch you again' they said,
He smiled to himself,he knew they will,
But the escape was what he loved,
the freedom in between the captivities,
the running in between the moments of lying still.

Catch me as many times as they can,
run away, i will all of them,
prisons are meant to be broken,
walls meant to be leapt over,
chains which kept me to the walls bound,
these chains fuelled my desires to rebound.

Running keeps me alive and pumping,
hoping for the freedom beyond the hill,
someday catch me again,of course,they will,
the chains might get stronger,the walls thicker,
break them I will all my life,
On the run,is what keeping me still alive!