Haven't you ever wanted to run?
To begin to move, and never stop.
To travel as far as you can,
and never even dream of stopping.
I can see it now,
The world and all its colours.
More bold then can be imagined,
More real then can be believed.
To see and know,
all that is around.
Find every new experiance,
and know that it will happen again tomorrow.
But I want more then to simply see,
that is merely a gift.
The real treasure, the real reward.
Is not in the sights, but in the movement.
To always move.
Such a purity cannot be found,
In any other action,
either bold or wise.
Picture the world around,
nothing but a pastel blur.
Not stuck in static definition,
But free as loose leaves into the wind.
See the woods around you,
Light, playing with the trees and the mist,
Twigs snapping,
accompanying the sound of your breath.
Imagine the ocean,
a heaving behemoth,
with shuttering sighs, and shattering sprays,
beside your never ending foot falls.
Dawn, dusk, noon, and night,
Not a limit, simply a setting,
Fast, slow, yes or no.
Freedom at its finest.
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