It takes so much energy to talk to him
But when I can get it to be real, I learn a lot
He says he’s a kid, but he’s really an old man
And I love it
He makes no sense to others, but too much sense to me
He runs away from what I run toward, and it inspires me
I love him in ways I can’t understand
But he would run away from, as he runs from anything
The problem with running
Is that you’ll end up somewhere new without realizing
And when you can’t run any further, you’re all alone
With only your fears.
That’s when he’ll need someone,
and I pray that someone will be there
To hear his pain, his heart cry out
And soothe the running soul
