Looking down to see a glossy wooden floor
just polished and shows your reflection
as you start to run
RUN
Don't look up, keep your eyes fixed on the floor
Don't look right or left
Most importantly don't look back
RUN
There are no turns
there are no curves
just the floor your running on in a straight path
RUN
From the past, to the future
from nobody, to everyone
from the darkness, into the light
RUN
Until you get there
Until you have left
Keep going don't stop
RUN
Faster, faster, faster
Till every thing is a blur
when the time comes you will know when to stop
until then,
RUN
From the hurt, to the happiness
to what lies ahead you can not see,
only the wooden floor that zooms under you as you run
RUN
out of excitement, out of fear
the fear that chases after you in the form of a black shadow
that swallows every inch of what you leave behind
RUN
you must keep your pace
even though tired, even though out of breath
even though wanting to rest
RUN
So you can get to the end
so you can make it out of the reach of that black shadow named fear
RUN, Run, run...
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