She ran because to stand still was to die.
He didn’t understand why this was so;
But he was not the one whose head said go.
She couldn’t stop her run to question why.
But could she answer, even if she tried?
If time stood still allowing words to flow;
Words painted in this moment, would they show
A truth her lips at other times denied?
She knew not why she ran, but knew she must,
And why she must, she questioned not at all.
She sucked in air, left footprints in the dust,
Pushed questions out of mind or she would stall.
She ran to live, or did she live to run?
Who knows, but no; she did not run for fun.