If I Could Run

Would you be impressed if I could run? If I could glide across the dew-stained grass Muscles contracting on the way to nowhere In particular. It would be better if I could run Monsters couldn’t leap out from shining pavement Or from inside my mind They would stay locked in my subconscious Feeding off of each other And cease to rear their ugly heads. It would take less time to reach places Like the muddy pueblos of Argentina Or the shady black forests of Germany And my feet could carry me to where I only go in my dreams. I could pound the city streets And let the lights make bright my eyes Even if all I was observing Was dishonesty and selfish glamour. There are no grand staircases Or satin canopies Or muddy pueblos Or ancient forests Or quiet suburbs That can flash by me fast. I lose my breath too easily.