Pair of Shoes

There's nothing like a pair of running shoes

You don't need 5 others and a basketball

Or a playstation and a tv

All you need are the shoes

Miles of open road to yourself

Just the sun and clouds as your companion

Running like a runaway you don't look back

Although painful you keep pushing

You’ve reached the halfway point

It's time to turn back and face what you’ve been running from

But there was nothing there but the sound of the shoes

You realize how far you’ve come and how much there is to go

That sound still follows you so you pick up the pace

Your breathing becomes heavy and so do your feet

But the shoes keep you light

You keep running and suddenly you’re home

You’re steaming, panting, and hunched over

Your brain feels a rush of dopamine

You look at the shoes and realize

That all you needed was to runaway