I’m running because that’s what they’re all doing,
all around me,
all the time.
I’m running as hard as I can,
but it’s not fast enough.
It’s not nearly fast enough.
There are no breaths left for me to take,
so I stop trying to breathe.
Can you run without breathing, though?
I have more questions, but I’m afraid to ask,
So I won’t.
I’m falling behind, everyone can see that.
All I can make out in the distance are the shining logos of shoes
that I cannot afford.
I pretend not to notice how slow I am compared to
everybody else, but here I am,
I’m running and I’m running
and I’m running.
If you ask me “where to?” I don’t know,
so just don’t.
I am afraid to stop running
but I am more afraid that I’ll never stop.