Running, always running,
Rising high on skinny stilts of resolution.
Rickety,
Rackety,
Running, sliding,
Too afraid of falling,
Too afraid of falling,
Too afraid of stopping,
Too afraid to still.
Running, always running.
To a place no one can follow,
Searching,
Shifting,
Slipping, falling,
Higher, still, the stilts are rising,
Slippery footholds are my purchase,
Seeking steps I cannot fill.
Running, always running.
I am running, running still.
All around me desert places,
Locked up kingdoms.
Running, always running,
Places slipping through my fingers.
Too afraid to stop.
Too afraid to dream and dare,
Too afraid to step foot there.
Running, always running.
Though my heart would wish to follow,
Beating til my lungs are hollow,
Pleading "back!"
It cries, "Be still!"
It stretches far beyond my body,
Where the longing is fulfilled.
Running, always running.
I am running, running still.
When will this running cease,
When will there be a sweet release?
These stilts will crumble to the floor,
I will rise and run no more.
Fling wide the gates,
Behold the morning,
All from which I once was running,
Too afraid to stop,
Too afraid to dream and dare,
Too afraid to step foot there,
Here my heart returns to me.
Beating swiftly in my chest,
Swelling,
Lifting,
Singing,
Rising,
I am running,
But at rest.
