The Boy Who Ran

There is a story of a boy who became a man or at least some thought A boy who went through his life never got his emotions caught So this boy ran Ran fast as he can All the way until he became a man Ran so fast he name only lasted moments in the sand From which he step Taken every stride like it was his last breath Felt he be this way all the way till his death This man if many knew him a coward they would say For he never had the courage to stay Stay for no more than a moments worth For he felt his life was as valuable as his father did of his birth Ashamed that his name was cursed Since when it's ever mentioned he hurts So he runs deep in the jungles of his own mind He runs as if there is a happiest to find He runs and runs till his feet soil in the dirt He runs because staying in one place only makes him hurt This boy became a man in such an unfortunate way For his kept on running till he was buried in his grave.