The careless stumbling, the purposeful fall.
A run from nothing, no one thinking of
The endless blundering, forgotten love.
You’ll run ever further, carrying thefts:
Bags full of yourself are all you have left,
Dragging you down, yet despite what they’ll weigh,
oh! Much more so are the pieces that stay.
I’ll wander after you, at least at first,
You’ll never look back, so I’ll dread the worst.
I’ll love you dear, but it won’t stay as such.
Why are you the one that matters so much?
Run every day, search for an ending,
Run every day, far from a mending.