I ran
Down the stairs
Round the corner
Crossed numerous roads
With eyes closed.
I ran
So hard
Till my legs hurt
Till my veins burst
Till my heart thumped so wild
It Bulged outwards from my chest
then I ran some more.
And now I stop
It's all come to a halt, man
It's all come to an end
Like a child sent down
With some change in his pocket
To fetch a few eggs maybe
Or Salt, or some pills
to kill the pain
So in rags i came
In broken plastic slippers I came
panting, and thrust my fist
deep, into the pocket
of my dirty jeans- where
Is it? I reach
In a fit, BOTH
My fists into the pocket--
and there is nothing.
Oh how i was sent
From the One Above, to
Fetch this Meaning,
this Higher Meaning,
From the beginning
I ran
SO hard
till my legs hurt my heart burst
Still I ran some more--
Only to fumble in the end
through this winding tunnel
Of my soul's darkest pocket,
My divine Asset, the spare
Little change from God,Love?
Hope? Or simply an End?
But there is nothing.