running

how would you like to run,
run as fast as you can,
run till you out of breath,
run to where ever your tiny little feet leads you to,
run from all the crowded places,
run, and never look back.

as if you can listen to your own heartbeat,
at times, your heart can literally burst out of your chest,
and when you're so tired,
that you sweat like a pig,
you stop.

and you realise that, you had reached your destination,
a place of eternal tranquility,
far away from all the noise,
away from the hectic dash,
as if you're in another dimension,
where the wind blows softly,
it seeps in your skin, and soaks in your soul,
clearing your mind.

nothing you can see, but open space,
nothing you can listen, but your own breathe,
nothing you can feel, but inner peace,
nothing you can think about, but nothing.

nothing.
nothing at all.

Running, running
As fast as we can
Do you think we'll make it?
-running, no doubt-