Run...
Run...
The mind cannot stop...
Won't stop,
although I beg it.
Where does this urge come from?
The urge to run?
Move...
Move...
The desire to create...
But what am I building?
Relax?
Relax?
I cannot be still...
Inside momentum is building,
The stillness is maddening.
Rush...
Rush...
Why can I not slow down?
Always in over drive...
The break pads are worn.
Relax....
Relax!
How long will I be able to maintain this pace?
The machine is in need or repair.
What would happen if I were to suddenly stop?
Stop...
Would the wheels fall off?
or would the train keep rolling along?
