Each footstep is a heartbeat.
Each heartbeat is a moment in time
That is part of your lifespan.
It's a gift of chance.
So before your luck wears out,
Run.
Run as fast as the wind and take as many steps as you can till your heartbeat is wild and your sound is a roar and your eyes are a glow.
Run.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem