On the Road again

I am a runner,

I run from everything; even from myself

And I also run to everything…

I am always running;

From reality to illusion; and back again

From love to hate; and the other way round

From lust to ecstasy; and to something called love

I am a runner

I was born this way

I run from East to West. North to South.

 

The other day, I stopped at a crossroad.

I wanted to stop running.

But then … but then my legs itched

Because I could not stop

I had to keep running

 

And now here I am

Running from me to you

Happily

Do you think I will last with you?

Or soon I will be on the road again…running

Because I am a runner!