What Am I Running For?

I’ve been running.

I’ve been running for 30 years.

My mother told me that if I’m not moving, i’ll be stuck forever.

Vulnerable. I will not survive.

I’ve been running.

I’ve been running for 30 years.

My father told me when I was little, that I should run for my life.

But running from what, Dad?

And now I’m here.

And I’m tired, I just want to close my eyes.

I want to sit on the side of the road and stare at the car,

or cheer another runner pass me by.

I’ve been running my parents’ race.

So now I want to continue with my ways.

And I will not run.

It’ll be a long track indeed.

But I will grind my step head on, keep my pace steady.

And take some rest along the way.

I will not run anymore.