Running
I run at night and the lights chasing
Sneakers pounding as the heart does it's best
No one cheers or waits anxiously at the ribbon
My mother won't scream," run Forrest run,"
It's me and the night with the wind
The sign was set and my feet were the GPS
Guide me home to my dreams
Dreams wait for me in in my junk drawer
A concert ticket for a faithful companion
Candy for my soul and the lonely card
The card written for me and it waits too
The past dreams as well but I look to the new
Those lonely rascals run with me and make me strong
The wind pushes me and people who I don't know cheer
They are my future and they crown me with olive branches
A song will be written for my future
Children will sing my glory
And they will know I never quit
And this is the beginning
Copyright © Patrick Cornwall | Year Posted 2012
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