I want to run
I want to run
Barefoot
Through endless fields
Warmed by the sun
I want to run
Up
And down
Wooden stairs
Older than I am
I want to run
Hidden
Along paths
Obscured by trees
I want to run
Splash
Through puddles
With mud stained feet
I want to run
Away
From the Hustle
And Bustle
I want to run
But
There's more to it
Than that
You see
I want
To dance
And fly
And laugh
And love
I want
To dream
And climb
And cross
And swim
I want to run
Straight
Out
Into the field
And never
Come
Back
I want to run
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