I first found my feet when I was little
With little desires and little patience and little power
And I ran I ran out of shame and guilt at being a burden
While still being right there, pesky little me
But I was overjoyed to find this joyride of anger, pain, disappointment, expectation and I hopped on
I’ve had my sneakers on ever since.
Such depth in this well of death of mine the more I run I run deeper inside of me
Much treasure in the dark I see
I can see people out at the edge, smiling lovingly
I suspect they can see some of me too
It’s hard to tell I can tell
If I’m circling up or down
