Running away

Everyone has a talent they say

Some can paint, some sing their way

Some folks do carpentry

And others love ornithology

I have a voice that blows

My dance moves abysmally go

The one talent I’ve carefully honed

Is running outward and away

As far as the wind goes

How much can you run?

One might choose to ask

When does that feeling stop?

Where is the end to this journey?

If running away is all that’s thrilling

I have run from responsibilities

From sad feelings

From awkward conversations

From funerals and also weddings

From all the ever really mattered.

I have run when I felt comfortable

Also when discomfort became a fact

I run when the task becomes harder than expected

Also, when it is easier than I suspected

Am I even in control of my actions

If running is all that I’ve ever mastered

I question and I ponder, deep in the realms

The enzymes in my head are enigmatic at best

Trapped in impatience and desires to rest

Would I be happier if I stayed?

Would I be contended if I felt another way?

The reason I run is unforetold

It has become such a habit I now behold

Unsurmountable obstacles of my beating heart

The tangled web of brain and brawl

Often I am trapped in this battle for good

The end to this story I spell only truth.

Once you are as talented as I am

As adept at running

You know not when to stop

It becomes hard to focus

To not get lost

To find any meaning in the rot

If all is broken, and every piece is every where

What do you mend?

It becomes a matter of circular dependence.

You laugh and you ignore;

That’s all you can do

Your mind becomes an ocean

In which you sink for good

An array of sunshine looking down

Some day might find you;

When it does, I hope for your own good

You’re running as far as possible

Towards and not away

To that light we all know is true.