sometimes I want to run fast and far
and see if there’s a chance
I can run all the way home
not all times…just some times.
and sometimes I forget how worn my legs become
because in the hollow of my mind
my legs can run and run and never grow tired
not all times…just some times.
and sometimes I forget the hard pavement
under my feet and the way the dense ground
resounds through my fragile body
not all times…just some times.
and sometimes I think maybe I could fly
if I slid my toes close enough to the edge
and really bent my knees and pushed hard
not all times…just some times.
and sometimes I forget these wings are not real
that these legs are weak
and the dirt sits beneath my fall waiting to break it
not all times…
and sometimes I run fast and far
even though there's pain in my faltering legs
because of this tension between my shoulder blades
just some times…
crouching low near the rocky ledge
poised to extend these weary legs
and jump and fly and forget…
not all times…
just some times
