The Runner

He was living his life in a fog Oblivion's welcoming arms His view of society marred No perception of forces at large Quite the misfit and always on guard In his mind rang a silent alarm And so lays the ground of a future that waits When you feel like you ain't where you are Out of control his compulsion to flee Absent of value as best he could see As from within so without unto thee Knew he'd strike out on his own eventually And so it would be Patience no virtue amid certainty Fortune unknown but determinedly On the day when he had turned twenty three He decided to leave He was gone The freedom was like an addiction he soared on a glorious high Living to him was a mission devoid of objective in mind He'd move at the drop of a dime with no thinking or questioning why Never developed attachment to things all would get left behind This was the method that patterned his ways Perpetual motion without any reins No repercussions, no piper to pay No obligation to come into play Nothing to weigh No one to sway No inhibition or stress to allay "No benefit to the bonded" he'd say "So die on the morrow but live for this day" Lone as the wolf strays he remained one in kind A habit of force made as he wade far and wide Now onwards and upwards, no grind If you don't seek you can't find Devil-may-care, well no devil compared He was onto one hell of a ride He was gone Then runner The runner The runner The runner Brick by brick, stone by stone Block by block, home by home Bridge by bridge, zone by zone Piece by piece, forged his own path Years come and gone Sites come upon Miles drifted on Wounds licked and gnawed Fate hemmed and hawed Yet this single flaw Fulfillment he never saw Running from guilt and from sorrow disguised and from things insecurity hides Running from doubt and the pressure to cope with no semblance of hope on the rise Running from heartbreak and love Running from who he had failed to become Running from fear he soon came to realize He was left all alone with but words of the wise And so on the day when our passage entwined Now long in the tooth at the end of his line He said "friend, go yonder, but bear this in mind In this world, know one truth: you can't run from time"