Running
All of these thoughts in my head are running, running, running around, trying to catch each other to make sense of it all. We run from everything. Life, decisions, love, peace, respect, war, poverty, wealth, desire, lust, trouble, disappointment, beginnings, ends. We run to everything. Life, decisions, love, peace, respect, war, poverty, wealth, desire, lust, trouble, disappointment, beginnings, ends. My shoes are brand new but my thoughts are worn out. And that's the beauty of it all.
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