Monday, September 25, 2017

Run



You run,
Chasing after none
There is no fear in your momentum,
Not a bitter thought once fallen.
Your memories are new 
At thirty-two, I have made a few.

You will run, 
Chasing after some.
There will be fear in your momentum
Many bitter thoughts once fallen.
Your memories are new
How could I forget, mine are too. 



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