sometimes i'm jealous of people running in the morning

(though sometimes running

i am)

what did i do today? i sat in the park and wrote all my life

- all my fears
hopes
desperate
thoughts

i'm afraid i might get nowhere
i'm afraid of the dark
i'm afraid of forgetting and being

forgetful

i'm afraid of my name
i'm afraid of my losses
i'm afraid of days, swinging by
with no sort of chance

regret
nor faith

and that's why i keep running.