When i sit,
i have an urge to run.
When im talking,
I'm not listening, im running.
i seem to find myself,
wondering how im here again.
How can my friends tell
i am not listening
i am running
i've been dreaming at nights.
Bout tree's.
How would it be to be stuck,
in one place.
Resting? Freeing? Connecting?
So confident that your where
you need to be.
One day I'll find out
what its like,
but, now n' days
im busy
running