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: