Walk, Don't Run
All my life, I have been run
Running errands
Running miles
Running my mouth
Running away from the truth
Running and running and running until my mind becomes the beat of my legs against the ground
Running here and there and everywhere
I certainly do not look like a runner
But when the clock strikes twelve and the other shoe drops, I’m running
They say you need to learn to walk before you can run
I guess I didn’t believe that
But maybe I should have
Because now I’m missing things I should never have
I’m blowing past beautiful flowers and trees and friends
I’m running past the good things
Maybe if I took a second to walk, to smell the roses and splash in the streams
I’d notice that all those things I’m running from?
They’re not really that bad