Running

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I think I might be running.
In fact, I know I’m running.
Far and wide I’m running,
But not away from you.

It’s just the world is calling.
The forest floor is calling.
The mountaintop is calling.
They’re promising a view.

So off I’ll go a’wandering.
From here I’ll go a’wandering.
To there I’ll go a’wandering.
How much I hope to see.

And when I come returning,
With bruises blue returning,
Brimmed with tales returning,
Please try to forgive me.

Hotel Hallways

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Hotel Hallways

The infinite paisleys
Serve as inspiration…to run!
Narrow but not confining
Expansive but bounded tight
The possibilities seem endless
The carpet goes on forever!
Each door a new world, but consistent.
To race past each
Is a breathless adventure
Ending abruptly
At a wall.
A metaphor for life?
Perhaps not,
But a damn fine sprint.