
u hold ur head up high
u ve got that exploration wings–
on ur way to new life
everyday,
continue to
live on
move on
dream on
shine on
run ur miles.
its all urs-
no matter in whatever part of the wood u r/
at the tops of the trees, birds r always singing
freely, slowly hear their pretty twittering
over n over again!!
nd a pleasant noise of crackling wood is there too,
nd the wild self in u is right
the insane is not so bad after all-
the creature in u may struggle weakly
look out at the darkening fields;
there r most terrific storm
battering against ur window
lightening crashing ur ground
thunder rolling loud in ur ear
clouds covering u with fear,
darkness loitering around u
but for a while only—
u survive each new storm
breaking urself until new;
sow some wild seeds with hope n prayer
never fear to grow up with that.
enjoy the broken, solitary, nd reinvention of u
nd still u couldn’t possibly have a bad life!!
life may seem pretty much entangled,
just don tie a rope round ur neck–
life happens all the time-
it wont follow u
until u knw urself.
so, keep running miles—
always, u ve the candle
until proper shape n courage
nd shadows jump into light-
as u ve a genie inside-
set urself free!!
ask n get n
see the world around u,
nothing stops.
all run miles.
u ve got a story.
ur very own.
create it,
love it,
run miles.



