Running

Have you ever wondered why everything happens so fast? It astounds me - How we run to places we do not know - How we run to beat time even before we know how to read the hands of the clock - How we run after things that never leave their spots Like the way the world runs after the sun which scientists say is stationary & yet we always find it lingering ahead It does leave me jaw dropped - Why our shadows run into us when light falls on them (How did light become a thing of fear?) - Why love comes in drops but leaves running - Why our hearts begin to run when we meet someone we have crush on (Isn't love suppose to be solace?) - Why the night runs only the moment we fall asleep A boy dreamt of those nights he would become stars He began to drown in the illusions until he slowly Realised the drops of dawn had grown into an ocean He would never be soaked by the rain of yesteryears So he sprang off bed, got set for school and ran into the streets He crossed the road running in haste and a truck driver ran over him We watched as he curled around his own stuff We watched as women carried their hands on their head which seemed too heavy as they bent at intervals We watched as his blood and ghost wandered around the road running and bending aound every corner Unsure about how they became homeless in a trice We watched how his mother ran to the scene too How words came running from her mouth that we hardly heard her We watched how the moment faded away and the world returned to it's race Now you may want to read this poem again convinced that nothing is chasing you because you'd earlier read Running down the lines.