We’re all Running Somewhere

Shoes, dusty, bright red.

You know they’re sitting somewhere

In the garden shed.

You’ll put them on one day,

You tell yourself,

“One day I’ll go run somewhere,

Somewhere beautiful, skyless.

Somewhere where the grass and trees

Let sunlight stream into your heart.”

And somewhere that’s not

In the back of your garden shed.

Shoes, still dusty, still bright red,

It’s been a year now,

Don’t you see?

You’re running from your destiny.

Pick them up, dust them off,

If they’re too small then just wear socks.

And run until the sun is up,

The sky is gone, the wind is cool.

Until your garden shed is far behind,

And all that’s left of you

Is your running feet and beating heart;

But first you’ve got to go and start.

Next time you’re in the garden shed,

Look for a glimpse of something red.

Ignore it if you choose, but know,

There’s always somewhere new to go.

Inspired by this beautiful photograph by Elena Shumilova:



About pasameerday

I haven't got a lot of time to keep you interested, so I'll be quick. I'm a writer from the UK, primarily of fantasy and sci-fi short stories, and occasionally of strange, nonsensical poetry. I like cats, the Sims, and pizza, and I go to sleep to the sound of a keyboard. I've been writing for my entire life; to be honest, I don't think I could ever bring myself to stop. I have a feeling I'm losing you, so I'll bring this to an end before you slowly start to back up, hoping I'll stop talking long enough for you to make a quick getaway. Wait... Where are you going? Hey! Wait! ... Stop!!
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