Return to Flee

Time to flee
But it runs over me.
It never came.
I have to flee.
To a place that man never go.
Posing as a pretender not as a actor.
Not to the heaven,not to the hell.
To a place where
They will not go.
Not as a breaker,but as what?
I don't know.
Being so selfish,I was so happy.
Canvas doesn't let me go,colours are calling.
Not to make me stayed,but to make them expressed.
I need to tore the page.
To make myself brushed,thou to live.