My Run

In these dark lonely streets,
Avoiding this restless wind,
Fighting that endless hill,
Is where you will find me.
Dreaming....
To myself.
About what could be,
Will be,
Or has been.
Reliving times that have long passed.
Longing for times that are yet to be.
Wanting to retry that one thing,
That i did that one time.
Cause i know,
I can do better.
I really do believe,
That is why I'm out here.
Doing what I'm doing.
So that I might,
Can,
Will win,
At the next chance I see.
But until that time,
You will find me here.
On these dark lonely streets,
Avoiding this restless wind.
Fighting that endless hill,
Just dreaming,
Just wanting,
Just longing,
Just Running.

Zac Wiemers
email - zwiemo5@yahoo.com