Make your inevitable escape,
From this place of chains and restrictions,
Make your hurried flight,
From this place of stifling discontinuity,
The cells have closed the sun,
The bars have poisoned your liver,
The need to run is overwhelming,
Make your labor, you life,
enjoy the frenzied rush of the fevered revolt,
Against standing still.
Movement is life,
Chasing birds and bees,
Life, Winds and trees,
Stagnation equals death,
Necropsy and staunching blood flow.
Feel the screaming of your beating heart.
Relish the revelry of running.
Just be free,
If only for me.