I keep running.
Putting things out of mind.
Dreams where I'm falling.
I'm out of breath.
Apparitions with guns. With sickles. Hand in hand with death.
Twisting the bullets.
I know I'll lose if nothing changes.
If I can't find a savior.
Fighting against gravity to get back up.
To race a rabbit while in a shell.
Something whispers "You won't make it..."
I won't listen.
I keep running.