With the wind hitting my face,
And my bare feet thumping against the cracked earth,
I run and run, feeling like I want to run away from everything/
From you, from life.
When I run, I have no where to go,
so what's the point of running?
For me, running means being free.
The leaves in the trees rustle silently,
The wind whispering the word "run".
I use all my strength, the soles of my feet burning,
like fire burning your skin.
But I still don't feel free.
I stop, panting, and gasping for air.
Why don't I feel free?
Because my own loved ones are captivating me.
ZOOM! I'm out of sight.
Am I free yet? my legs wonder
No, I'm not, my heart replies.
The sun is beaming down on my brown-haired head,
Laughing at me, the sun is saying, "You're not free! You'll never be!",
and fading away behind the clouds,
not daring to show its face full of light and hope,
leaving me in darkness and doubt.
I want to run free,
So no one can captivate me.
Will I ever be?
