Poetry II

The Wind In Your Face

The wind in your face
and all you hear
is the thumping
of your feet on the street
as you run,
run,
run...

The pain in your heart,
the pain in your soul
is fuel for you
as you run
away from everyone.

Everyone that's around you,
you better run
from them.

Let your feet carry you
away to freedom,
away from their bonds,
to a place where you're not bothered
by any of their ideas,
their dreams
which they force on you,
because they never achieved them.

Better run,
better run,
run,
run,
run.