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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