I escape in a sprint,
away from the planet of purple leaves.
I spent centuries there,
lost in a dark forest following a melody,
a faint song I thought may one day take me home.
Now I am running toward the sun,
giving up on that illusive, mysterious dream.
Heart swinging in and out of the shadows,
I heave myself through the thick moody mud,
through the aching, watery-filled air.
I push through.
The atmosphere rips past my face. It stings, cold as ice.
Floating in the quiet.
But the memory still haunts me, longing for what I will never find.
Slowly I feel it, a warm and peach colored glow.
I turn around and see
thousands of stars surrounding my new found home.