Take a run with me.
Feel the ground push.
Exhale. Kiss the breeze.
Shake off the soothe.
It's a race we can't lose.
Doubt never falters,
got the shrill speed of shadow
and brings what's in without.

Don't concentrate on gains.
Lose the rhythm of your hurt.
No long heat needed to escape.
You ever    w o n d e r

why dreams aren't born when we're older?
Does reality play more than a soft interference?
We praise a steadfast adherence to a vision,
but if dedication only festers into sorrow
does will form the bars of our prison?

How do we mend hollow
ambition without a salve
of success? Maybe it's time
to call this long race to rest.

But these feet still rise.
My mouth still breathes.
We got streets to ride
and grass to murder
concrete tragedies
that needs to go further.
For these thousand families
surrounding our borders

are a glint in the alley to show where carnage happens,
a splinter of a tree cracked wide by lightning,
a flicker of a flame deprived precious oxygen,
and all their caution falls when doors are strong,
until they fence with words we all alone running.

Take a run with me.