[A Poem] There is nothing good in running away

None does well in running away

Even the perfect place comes to find you, still nay

Ain’t no way you could forget the memories

It will come around like the eclipse

Hiding won’t make you gold

Hiding won’t make you bold

In the end, the memories come around as it like;

A thunder in the middle of the heavy rain

And it comes around again;

Shining right in front of you too bright

Lying won’t make it any better

Lying to yourself, or even to the Almighty

Now you know everyone does know sooner or later

The door won’t close, baby

Not even when you hide, or lie

So why don’t you close the door why

Cause you yourself know that;

It won’t be closed no matter what