You can run all you want
But one day
Someone is going to take
Ahold of you, kid
And find you
And maybe they will even
Run with you.
And who knows.
Maybe they will stick around
For longer than usual
And make things harder
To run away from.
We are all running away
Or toward something, kid.
Let us just hope whatever
It is we crash into does not
Make the day dimmer
And the night darker.
You deserve at least
Ten thousand suns.
We all do.
