Phone Booth

Deep breath and another
i try to run faster.
they have caught me again
trapped in the ally's end.

Rain falling so hard
I'm slipping in the mud.
i have stumbled many times,
but i cannot dare to fall.
my arm hooks into a broken booth door
somewhere in Africa
I'm lost don't i know
i step under against the phone
if only i had your number,
a code, a key, a friend to call
someone to ease the fear


pale mud on my sleeve smears
the glass as i push my way out
crying now from the muscle ache
i don't want to run anymore!
i step and bound.
I'm running forever more...