Thursday, January 31, 2013

born to run

sitting still and quiet
yet running like hell
oh so fast
towards oh so far away

seems to be
some primal urge
to live
to breathe
to eat
to hunt
to mate

to stay alive
another moment
another day

a primal wordless
inner voice
urgently commands

keep running
or die

to be still
is to be eaten

to be still
and quiet
is to die

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