They run and run and run
It seems, with little time to feel the sun
And yet, what they have begun
Is something that can easily be undone.
Dodging the trees here and there
They run through this thick and heavy air.
An end to this overgrown forest do they give silent prayer
But little do they know that they’re on the path to despair.
They hide from the sun’s bright
For they know not of its delight,
And instead they run to the darkness on the right
Thinking they will find some light.
However, their path is crooked and steep
As they run through the forest deep.
They are like lost sheep
Not realizing they need to awake from their sleep.
They see others running passed the trees
Dodging them with ease.
They wonder what makes the others so pleased
To be running through this breeze.
The others also fall down,
But they get back up and help those around.
While they run through darkness abound,
The others run through bright clearings round.
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 1:08 PM UTC
They run and run and run
It seems, with little time to feel the sun
And yet, what they have begun
Is something that can easily be undone.
Dodging the trees here and there
They run through this thick and heavy air.
An end to this overgrown forest do they give silent prayer
But little do they know that they’re on the path to despair.
They hide from the sun’s bright
For they know not of its delight,
And instead they run to the darkness on the right
Thinking they will find some light.
However, their path is crooked and steep
As they run through the forest deep.
They are like lost sheep
Not realizing they need to awake from their sleep.
They see others running passed the trees
Dodging them with ease.
They wonder what makes the others so pleased
To be running through this breeze.
The others also fall down,
But they get back up and help those around.
While they run through darkness abound,
The others run through bright clearings round.
