Don’t touch me:

I hurt all over

Don’t overtake me:

You’ll see me in your

Rear mirror,

Bleeding,

Crawling

As your spitting image

Don’t play tricks on me

As you’re spitting fire

On you, yourself,

Not on me

I am the relief

You tend to take

As a material surroundings

While I am the ointment

For your wounds

Never treated properly

As you never allow

Anybody near you

Don’t flee away

This is not a battle

Nor am I a fury

Just relax

And trust

As you’re the dawn

We’ve been working on

Before you open your eyes

And see its beauty J

   

Дръж щурвала!
А как искаше да бягаш преди!
За малко да те изпуснем и да загубим!
Бъди здрава!

Бивайки Въздух, не мога да избягам, само мога да се "евакуирам" :) Което и направих, по начин, който не смятам да обяснявам:)))
Бъди благословен!