Sometimes I run to run away from myself
bringing me with me,
how silly could that be?
- to put my problems on the highest shelf
Sometimes I run to break free from my prison
but the world, is it not fenced?
what am I actually up against?
- to find a way out that I can envision
Sometimes I run to slow down my running mind
looking ahead and up to the clouds,
silencing myself and all of the crowds
- to find peace in what once left me blind
Sometimes I run to feel it in my bone
the beating heart in my chest,
my strong legs on to the quest
- to realize how much my mind has grown
Sometimes I run to find my inner child
looking for traces
making silly faces,
- to look at myself and remember how she smiled
Sometimes I run to return back home
wandering around and getting lost
but not giving up at any cost
- to remember everything I’ve always known
And sometimes,
sometimes I simply run to find beauty out there
when it’s grey
and I cannot wait for a better day
- to feel astounded because — it’s everywhere
