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