Hiding From Myself

I can't run away from myself, that's for sure. As much as I try, I just can't seem to do so. I try and hide, but my demons always seem to find me. I run for cover, but my demons always seem to track me down. I just can't seem to run away. I walk quickly past Dunkin Donuts, I don't want to see God tonight. Of course my version of God doesn't seem to exist, or so he told me last time that we spoke. I believe that he's out there, entrenched somewhere in Manhattan.