Running in the darkness of night,

with peace and silence

that occurre only late after midnight,

with a wish of dissappearance

That same wish

that makes me dance in the rain,

and the same wish

that makes me sing trough the day

This wish, of running away.

This wish, for some change.

I hate it, not being able to say

my thoughts, just because of my age

I want to shout, to run and to live

I want to go somewhere to be seen.

Routine is capturing me like a cage.

So I want, any, any change.

Even bad

a change will help.

Make me fight, make me sad.

I want to live an action,

without anyone's protection.

To be aware of myself,

feeling life's real passion.