Ever meet a man running from himself
Better look out he might run into you
Because you are the reflections of life recalled to his memory
Leaving us all obliged to reflect on similar sequences
Triggered by the emotional responses of this running man
Ever meet a man running from himself
Better look out he might be you
Living similar lives of un-recounted pasts
Only linked by passing engagements of yesterdays
And yesteryears
That are unmarked by clocks
And uncharted by sundials
Try to understand a man running from himself
Because in the running we understand you
As we try to comprehend why sleepless nights pass
And he greets the morning dew with tired exhaustions
Or why friends and foes come in and out of his drained life
Yet he stands there greeting exits and entrances
And still putting the blame on self
And then there are the times when even his inner child greets him by
Laughing at
Or pointing the finger at
And pulling the chair from under him
Leaving bruises of black and blue in the deepest core of his exhausted existence
Still we tell ourselves that
We have no clue of why he runs so far from himself that he haphazardly hurts me and you
So take my advice, you never want to meet a man running from himself
Better look out
He’s un-doubt-ably you
Because when he gets tired of running
He will have to confront someone
And that person will probably be you
Better look out he might run into you
Because you are the reflections of life recalled to his memory
Leaving us all obliged to reflect on similar sequences
Triggered by the emotional responses of this running man
Ever meet a man running from himself
Better look out he might be you
Living similar lives of un-recounted pasts
Only linked by passing engagements of yesterdays
And yesteryears
That are unmarked by clocks
And uncharted by sundials
Try to understand a man running from himself
Because in the running we understand you
As we try to comprehend why sleepless nights pass
And he greets the morning dew with tired exhaustions
Or why friends and foes come in and out of his drained life
Yet he stands there greeting exits and entrances
And still putting the blame on self
And then there are the times when even his inner child greets him by
Laughing at
Or pointing the finger at
And pulling the chair from under him
Leaving bruises of black and blue in the deepest core of his exhausted existence
Still we tell ourselves that
We have no clue of why he runs so far from himself that he haphazardly hurts me and you
So take my advice, you never want to meet a man running from himself
Better look out
He’s un-doubt-ably you
Because when he gets tired of running
He will have to confront someone
And that person will probably be you