I Run from Me


Slam.
A burst of emotion,
locomotion, barreling down
the track,
causing commotion,
across land and ocean.
There isn't a potion,
an antidote,
nothing stops it.
Always on your mind,
calmness is hard to find.
Chasing you, it's close
behind.
Can't stop now, no way
no how.
Your feet carry
you on and on
dusk 'til dawn,
then
slam.

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