Pedal down, the clouds run faster.
Shoe flailing back--but pushing forward
Still, moving with no end.
Once surrounded by the pack,
Sand, grass, waves, stone--
Now behind or in front but never
Together. Just--Alone.
Music and memories.
Few run with no desire;
They find a destination.
No purpose, chaotic subconscious.
Slowly, I find myself,
Running, hurrying myself,
Your thoughts, in the moment,
Never had a future.
Wishes for a halt;
I know that I will.
I’m afraid of that moment.
Look carefully, friend.
The horses nearby;
Even if they do not run
The pace is steady and
Hopeful, that they stay
For the rest of my life.