being book educated
and street smart doesn’t
make me a human being.

I think it’s the way I
dream, forever living
within the confines
of my own little world.

afraid of the reality
that comes with being
a unique individual.

the possibilities
are abundant, yet
sometimes, I want
to run.

run so far
so fast that I won’t
have
time to think
about the
consequences of
my written words
or the feelings
that motivated
them from mind
to paper.

run so far
so fast that I won’t
have
time to think
about who said
what, when,
and where.

run so far
so fast that I won’t
have
time to remember
all those hearts
I’ve broken or
the ones who
have broken
my heart.

run so far
so fast that I won’t
have
time to contemplate
my reasons for
loving too soon,
too hard, too deep,
too strong, too much.

run so far
so fast that I won’t
have
time to catch up
with myself,
take that long, hard
look in the mirror
and see that
change is inevitable.

run so far
so fast that I won’t
have
time to live
in the past, worry
about the future,
but just live
the best I can
in the beautiful
present.

run so far
so fast that I won’t
have time to live
in the darkness
that has haunted
me all these
years, but just
live and breathe
in the light...