That Lonesome Day

Eyes were on the ground
As my head was facing down
Tears trinkled through
With my cries, did not resound.
No one would ever know
None would ever go.
But I'm thankful that this is done,
that lately, I had learnt to run.
Running was never, ever my field
Since running would turn my way back there
The world is round, as we might know..
So, running around to me, means stay.
Probably, there are some issues
Perhaps, there are also dues
But somehow I manage to find my route
That knowing every day,
and in every way...
I'll be better in time
And I will work, I would bleed
Just to get away, away from that need.