running

there's an eagerness to run
headlong into the wind when you are young
a desire to feel life rush by
like a speeding car, like a bullet train
a need to feel insanely alive
to walk on crashing waves, to fly
to gather memories like so many leaves
the bigger the pile, the higher the fire
to love great loves
never looking back at the wreckage
always running on for that horizon
burning with passion for passion
storms and rant and raves and anger
punk and pill, spilled stain
midriff belly peirced eyeliner
sleeping in fits
daydreaming with liberty
drinking with purpose
yelling, dancing, crying, hurting, laughing, running
and running and running and running