Run and Fly

            Speed up little man, you're running out of time

            Wise up little man, your dreams are about to die.

            Speak up little man,

not that anyone will hear

I need to work, I need to run, I need to chase my days in the sun.

I'm running out, I'm running from, that formless fear that hunts me down. I'm breaking up, I'm breaking down, I'm running in circles

Don't tell me that I need to
             Wait
             Because I know I won't listen.

I need to run
             Can't you see?

I need a guarantee that nobody will forget me.
             I need success, I need fame, because what else would become of my name?

Don't tell me to
             Wait
             My fans need to meet me

Don't tell me to
             Wait
             Because I have so much left to say.

Every day, I get closer to the edge.
             Just a cliff, and me, who can't stop running.

I need to hit that cliff, I need to test myself.
             Will I fall,
             Or will I fly?

I need to see, I need to know.
             I'd much rather have someone push me, but if they do, I'll never walk again.

Don't tell me I need to Wait.
             Stop telling me to Wait.
             I won't Wait, so why are you telling me to

Slow Down.

I hit rewind and play my fears over.

Is life really just cats and clovers?
             Do we decide our fate, or is it a matter of stars?

Do I need success?

Do I need fame?

Why in my life are these the things that I crave?
             Why do I care what faceless names think?
             Why do I feel like they decide my fate?

There are people in my life who have loved me the world over.

Maybe I really should

Slow Down.

We rush through life as if pursued by an enemy.
             We run, and jump, as much as we're able.

Thousands before me have tread the same path.

I look down, and I can't find my own footprints.
             My hard sprinting, my thuds upon the earth,
             They do nothing but hurt me.

I know the path that I have followed.
I know what I've done.

I can't say that it created any lasting impressions,
But maybe that's just fine.

After all, only earthquakes can split a mountain.
Only time can reshape a trail.

I need not run.
I need not sprint.

The edge approaches just the same,
But I know that I will fly.

I need not worry and I need not fret.

This is but one man's journey.
I need not flood the desert to make my way through it.

The sands of time shall wipe away my footprints, but I know people will still tread the same path.

I no longer race towards the edge
After all,
Only roadrunners prefer running to flight,
And only young birds doubt that they can.