Run

I want to run,
To keep running until I collaspe;
Until my world breaks down infront of me.
To just keep running
Away from hopes, dreams, happiness;
Everything I live for.
But also from fear, anger, resentment;
Everything I cry because of.
If life was a race,
I'd make sure I was way ahead
Of everything and everyone.
And if I had a choice,
I'd leave my many unsolved problems
Far, far behind me.
But even then,
Would life be any better?
Or would I only still be running,
Always running,
Running from problems
That will sooner or later catch up with me.
But at least for now
I'll some sort of grip on reality.
That is,
Until all my unsolved issues,
My fears, my anger, my resentment,
Beat me to the finish line
Of a race I have no control over.