oct 7 2015
fear keeps me running.
i was born knowing how to sprint,
but i can’t stop and let myself think.
i can’t see very far ahead,
so let me borrow some of your breath.
i don’t know when or where the road ends,
so i'll have to keep on going.
i’m afraid to lose.
i look back, and i just can’t imagine
letting my past selves down.
i create images to make me run faster.
when i hear a loud noise,
i push the throttle to full speed.
i stir up my most evil thoughts,
and it helps me get away from them.
my own nightmares help me to defeat reality.
i am successful.
but yet i keep on running.
it seems that the only thing
i can’t run away from
is the fear itself.