WHY I DASH

Am excellent at sprinting,
Going missing from my troubles,
When concerns are many to decipher,
I leave the ones i love,

Steer clear of ache on hand,
I pace on, unaided with my smashed up essence,
How do i let my adored lot in life my visions?
I put my core on their reliance,

They are left with validations and i with tribulations,
The actuality stands; I am worn to shreds beyond recognition,
Insight is bail, nonetheless tender,
You think day is costly, try night,

So i dash, dash absent from my dove,
Distant, both my fondness, and me,
With acceptance i end up victor,
But reminiscences hang around even outside town.