The rolling hills pull me faster,
farther
The fear at my back sends me longer, harder
Ahead is my future,
new in all aspects
Behind is my past, complete with the defects
Ahead,
the sky is blue, crisp and flawless
Behind, it is gray, desolate, and
hopeless
The grass is always greener on the other side,
But to what
degree of truth, can that truly abide?
I lurch my body forward, to flee with
a vengeance.
The gnawing at my heels is becoming a hindrance.
How long
can I continue this frivolous evasion?
Will I reach my designation? Will it
end in devastation?
If I stop in my tracks, will the vile encompass
me?
Will the moon collapse, will the sun blaze eternally?
If my heart
begins to stammer, fever, fatigue,
Will my blood run cold? Will my attempts
succeed?
If my breath stops abruptly or I'm bewildered by scars,
Honor me
in silence, dismantle the stars.
If on judgment day, my past
condemns,
I'll revel in nostalgia, I'll rejoice in my sins.