always seem to be running, running in an endless marathon,
running towards the unknown. yet i put on my shoes,
funny i always seem to be on the go, y cant my thoughts be just simply walking,
roaming, skipping, dancing, swimming, sitting, sleeping? y am i always in a hurry.
i hate those stinky shoes. but i wont stop to change them.
think my mind had a head start, i cant seem to follow up with it,
yet again defeated in a field where i thought i would excel in.
no pit stops i follow the signs. they shout out the directions,
they point out the road, they try in vain to rearrange my chaotic mind.
ignore.
wat a soothing feeling.
my heartbeat slows down, my pace shifted.
i stand still.
the signs disappear, my mind is clear, my thoughts are just thoughts,
my shoes are just feet
my blog is just words
my words are just lines
my lines are just me
i am u as much as u r me.
my running was aimless.
my thoughts are worthless.
i am left breathless.
pit stop over.
on ur mark.
get set.
ready.

now go!