Running .. I keep on running. From childhood, I'm running. Before I come into existence, I'm running. And I'm tired of running. Running to get high grades To be loved by the family. Running to get more money To be accepted by the community. Running from my feelings and thoughts For I can't look at me in the eyes. Running, running, running, and hope for resting. But even resting, from you, I'm running. For not to run is to die. And to rest I have to die. So to live, it to die. I'm tired of running.