I used to run until my legs could no longer
carry me
and tell myself that my mind was made up
and that I was unstoppable
Then I would run a little further
and tell myself that this dreary present was no
more than a transient barrier
Then I would stagger,
but my mind was
made
up
and I'd tell myself as I fell that
one day,
I would run so far
that I'd
run all the way to
you.
