Running
feet on the hard black asphalt
on the sharp gravel
to the bushy dark path
in the lush green grass
to the bulky rocks
into the chilly ocean
slipping in the soft wet sand
blisters on the raw skin
feet lift up from the ground
running into the air
flying on marshmallow clouds
towards the shiny stars
Running
left all behind in a haze
small and blurry
all stayed behind
in a mist of dust
Run off into the fresh air
