The rolling hills pull me faster,
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
the sky is blue, crisp and flawless
Behind, it is gray, desolate, and
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
The gnawing at my heels is becoming a hindrance.
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
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
If my breath stops abruptly or I'm bewildered by scars,
in silence, dismantle the stars.
If on judgment day, my past
I'll revel in nostalgia, I'll rejoice in my sins.