Running

*very rough post, just wanted to write something and thats what was going through my head*

Running....

There are many reasons to run. Some run for exercise and health while others run for fun their goal to achieve the ultimate runners high. My running is none of those. Mine is a figurative running. Running from the Future, running from the past, running to leave the present. I also run in circles, I can't make up my mind. To go to college here where who knows if I'll be happy with it, to go to college there when half seem to be pushing for it and half warning against it. My mind cannot weigh the pro's and con's against each other. So around my track I continue to run.

Running around and around I go. I run past many people just watching and thinking. How strange people are. Do they see the world that exists outside of their bubble of life and close friends? If they can see it do they care for anything? To they pay any attention to those who have dedicated their lives to them? Old friends, teachers, parents, pastors all those that keep their world from crashing and burning. As my mind runs past all different kinds of people, I see much that I hate, yet there is this desire to be there for them, to help in anyway I can, even if that means being no help at all. I continue to run around all the people I have known. What keeps stronger relationships with these people from forming? Perhaps it is my running away without even realizing it.

What is this hydration that keeps me going. Why don't I quit, for the thought is there more often then it is not. Onward, onward i press, perhaps even quickening pace. What, what could it be, I try to stop but I just can't. Where am I going, do I have any say in that. For even where I think I am going spins uncontrollably. What keeps a runner going, looking for the prize of a finish? I guess I shall continue running until my feet stumble across that line.