my feet hurts from running
from running to and away
from the twigs and stones on the path
from the memories of the past
from the harsh wind of reality.

my feet hurts from running
from running in dark tunnels
of thoughts and things
better stay hidden.

my feet hurts from running
from running away from ink that sloshes on paper
and harsh lines replacing letters.

my feet hurts from running
i'm not running
my footsteps are fading into the space
of clogged arteries
and twisted veins from trying to keep
from running,
i should stop running.

pacing, pacing, pacing
walking around eggshells
tiptoeing around broken glass shards
of what is and
what is now.

now is reality,
today i start walking to my destiny
facing head-on trucks with blaring music of
THIS IS THE END trying to run me over.

my feet are hurting
from staying planted on the cement floor
as trucks try to run me over
and crows perch on branches
waiting to feed on my carcass
and my feet are hurting,
from finally realising that this is how it should be.