What’s out to kill us makes us more alive.
Let’s go escape with me forget our fear,
So run with me my brother lets survive.

We just have to get in the car, and drive
As fast as we can, racing to the clear.
What’s out to kill us makes us more alive.

The fire will always burn, but we must strive
To reach the coast; looking off of the pier,
So run with me my brother lets survive.

We can make a new life, and simply thrive
Just you and I, for at least one more year.
What’s out to kill us makes us more alive.

It’s here, this vast coast where we can revive
The lives we dreamed of, and not shed a tear,
So run with me my brother lets survive.

When we arrive we can start to derive
Safety and comfort; for you are my spear.
What’s out to kill us makes us more alive,
So run with me my brother lets survive.

 

Tyler Horn is a college student and poet living in North Carolina.

Featured Image: “Among the Sierra Nevada Mountains, California” by Albert Bierstadt

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