Stand Still
You just keep running.
Feet crashing against the ground.
Lungs expanding, contracting.
Why are you so afraid of being found?
Your heart just keeps racing.
Beating inside your chest.
Onces, twice, again and again.
Have you been giving it your best?
You never stand still.
Weary limbs fall to pieces.
Hands cold and failing.
You're tearing at the creases.
2010
