Break Away

Detachment is easy until the path ahead of you is clearer.

I'm running, running as fast as I can,
Nothing can stop me, nothing will stop me.
Cars hurtle past,
Speeding away from me
Towards reality.

I carry on,
Breath heavy, but feet light,
My eyes sensing nothing
But infinite paths
Of future and present.
Journeys ahead, and obstacles
Yet to stumble upon.

I stop at the crossroads;
I can run free no more.

The End

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