The runner

If freedom means there’s nothing much

No bond no tie or pull

The empty found within a soul

Allows it to be full

It’s hard perhaps to understand

With all that some possess

The honey trap of daily life

Not all would call success

A home a car a family

A life can be without

And some will walk this lonely path

Without the slightest doubt

For each of us must make a choice

The doing seals our fate

Adventure called to me one day

I ran, I didn’t wait

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