Tug

Little miss runs away.Didn't think you would ever come back.As I turned my head.I find my newest complication.She won't run.Won't fall.She don't talk to.Anyone at all.Am I your sleepless dream?Can I whisper soft advice?Am I the wind rush through the trees?Turning leaves of observation.She won't run.And won't fall.She don't talk to.Anyone at all.River rushes towards.A south city left behind.The Tug is moving at a walking pace.Slithering up her spine.I won't run.I won't fall.I don't talk to.Anyone at all.