All of them running around me –
Some slow, some so swift,
Some behind the hunted,
Some just to win;
For some life is an endless competition.
Some run to touch someone, Some to
Keep the world running.
Some run like a feather, some carry heavy mass,
Some run silently
Holding mountains of pain inside.
Some run with their legs, some with their mouths
On words, tones and trickeries.
Someone said that time itself is the conflict,
You can’t afford wandering.
And some said, time and tide wait for none.
I am walking through this deep woods
Where lights turn yellow on my shoulders
Burning my silver earrings.
In thirst, I drank from these ancient green scent and memory.
They all ran far ahead of me,
But my feet calm still.
They may reach the peak and they may descend
Before me, but my calm feet can see
I shall break my shells on top of that peak.