Treadmills

I run to you. I run for as long as I can.
I chase a moving sun. I run without a plan.
I want to be somewhere far away from this maze.
I have visions. I can see a new world before me.
I can’t tell if I’m moving or if I’m running in place –
or both. Either way, I run. Every now and again,
I slow my pace to walk on life’s revolving treadmill.
There’s no time to stop it. It must be how life can be.
I get closer to you, yet I remain in the same place.