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