Green leaves, fallen too soon,
Crunch beneath my fast feet.
If only I could see above and below,
Simultaneous wishing, where reason and my wants meet.
“Stop running,” He says,
While my heart pace quickens and my legs itch to escape.
But his words can’t stop this nightmare.
Everyday the Earth crumbles beneath me,
And his words can’t make me safe.
So I run,
And all the while, eyes wide, I am scavenging for a new route,
Because happiness escaped me,
And I need a way out.