Run Poem by Phil Panebianco

People spend their lives running,
running from their fears.
Afraid to take a stand.
Running from reality,
because they fear the truth.
Afraid to face what life really is.
They hide behind their walls,
they live in their little holes.
Afraid to venture out into the real world.
Eventually, life will break down your walls,
invade your sheltered world.
And the running will end,
as will life as you know it.