Just around the bend

Just around the bend Whether it’s jumping out of bed in the middle of the night,

Or running out of the house when my parents are in a fight,

My feet have always brought me to the same destination in my flight. At the end of the block is a nice little house,

I’m gulping in air from the running,

Hand over my rapidly beating heart.

My place of comfort I have run too.  The person inside that place,

Always makes me smile.

They never know that their home is my place.

Their sanity is my safety, Never to know I was even there,

I turn and leave my safe house.

Returning to my problems in life,

Them not seeing my troubled face.  If they ever saw they would find it odd,

That their friend runs to their house in the cold,

Only to stare and leave again

Returning toJust around the bend