THE RUN

The fine line between the grey clouds
and the blue sky is almost invisible
The golden light that traces
that horizon is all I see
A hundred times until today
I have had this run
At a speed of my heartbeat
At a tune of my breath
In confusion and selfishness
In despair and loneliness
I ran those streets of life
Sometimes I was afraid
Sometimes uncertain
But as if a dream
As a relief
Always before I stopped 
to hold my breath
Their silhouettes shone in the dark
They were laughing
Asking me 'What's the hurry?'
I shook my head and sighed
I reminded myself that they'll always be there