RUUUUNNNNNNN

We hit the slumps sometimes, but maybe when we hit the slumps we should hit them very fast and not linger in them. This is a poem...I use that term very loosely...I wrote during a dark time when all I really needed to do was get my rear in gear and stop pretending that I control the universe. Remember, it may read as dark but it's meant to be inspiring...or at least hopeful.

I see the lost look in your eyes and I wish I knew the tale behind the wound which blinded you. I see you pull away. I watch you flinch at signs of friendship. Can't you feel the air? Change. Echoes of a delta between the way things are and the way things will be. A chasm rising. Impossibility taunting. They are but red herrings to your run. Ignore the pain. Listen not to the rattling of skeletons as they line your trail. You were meant to run. Feel the air. The starry skies know not of the electricity to come. Do not stand. run to your doom and head not the peril. For at your life's end comes relief. As you die your wound shall be healed. 

Run

P.S. This is written in the margins of Ecclesiastes in my Bible.