I am a human being, but more-so a runner.
It’s all I’ve ever known.
This task is a bear, that friend is a wolf,
And they will surely attack, when I turn my back.
So I run before they see me,
It feels dangerous to stay.
The world is out to get me,
And its greatest weapon is my trust.
So I run before they have convinced me,
Before they make me think I’m safe,
But there are more animals throughout this forest,
And the danger of all keeps me awake.
So I run in new directions,
Find patches of new land,
But I’m still trapped because I know,
My supply of land will end.
There is only so far I can move,
I will never get away,
As the heaviness of my armor,
Turns my world to ever-gray.
I’m a highly intelligent creature, predator even,
Seldom close to being prey.
As prey I feel and prey I act,
When my life is bound to running away.
Can I “stop and smell the roses?”
Who’s seen roses in a forest?
But then who has seen its beasts?
I’m surrounded by small squirrels,
Whose shadows frighten me to tears.
I can be nice and I can play,
Or be wildly running life away.
A choice that sounds so easily made,
To me it seems insane.
Running is my life’s work,
My oxygen, my game,
But behind closed doors,
In fleeting moments,
A quiet thought passes.