All my life I’ve been running to catch up with love.
Occasionally I have,
B-r-e-a-t-h-l-e-s-s-l-y
run at its side
but more often
I have lagged miles behind.
But it has never stopped
It has never wanted to stop
and look at me and say
‘This is enough,
you and me’.
So I’m getting on the bus
I’m taking the train
The running man is dieing
And being born again
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