Delayed escapades, poem (356/365)

He promised to runaway
When the money
Got good
When the obligations
Had stopped
And the fear
Had left
He promised
Just like he had before
Dead set
On making good
He promised
To arise
When the moons
Aligned
And the river
Held its tide
And the sand
Stayed put
Never realizing
That no one ever
has it
That good
Maybe he couldn’t
Runaway
But he definitely
Could increase
His chances
If he did more
Then just stay put
One step
Edging closer
Distance
Getting shorter
Grasping goals
Without proper
Order

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