A tightly bound and weary heaving chest

Run, run, run

Deeply seated fear will be a permanently housed guest

To seek the mythological bay of rainbows

Run, run, run

Flames will rise from the abscessed torso

Tackling a long-dreamed of expedition

Run, run, run

The fingertips will soothe the apparitions

The future hanging in the balance

Run, run, run

The knees will not buckle under the rough parlance

Failed stars may harbor planets

Run, run, run

The tongue will lap up the exuberantly salted granite

There is no untouchable, unapproachable challenge

Run, run, run

Baggage shall not weigh down stamina and talent

Run far

Run fast

Run for the ages

Run to free your mind