A Story About Running

A Story About Running


Whence running through the woods

Do you see neon signs anxiously flickering?

Is it in your head or reality?

Were there packs of wolves looking at you from the cliff edge?


Do you see a blinding white light at the end of the woods?

Is there even an end at all?


Can you resist the motion of your legs ever so tirelessly sprinting?

Do you at one point feels like your limbs will give up on “the weight” or “your weight”?

With rolling thunder and vultures circling in the sky,

How do your heart beats?


Drenched in fearful sweat or dried burning up, combustion?

Warping vision or merely seeing things?

Almost blacking out or “I must get through this”?


Are we out of the woods yet?

Are we out of the woods yet?

Are we out of the woods yet?

Are we out of the woods?


Are we in the clear yet?

Are we in the clear yet?

Are we in the clear yet?

In the clear yet?, Good!

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