Running Dream

Running, and running.
Its like I cant stop,
like Im running from something.
Maybe my past.
Could my past really be the cause,
of all my running?
Who knows.

Running, and running.
When I run,
its like I cant stop.
Why do I run so much?

Running, and running.
I run for fun.
For me.
I run for those who cant run.
Those who are physically injured.
Thats why I run.

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poem by Kenna Dake
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