Don’t Run!
a suggestion
Don’t run boy, don’t.
Slow down for a while,
Listen to that sound.
Stand at once
And look around.
Your elders taught you
The secrets of life
But I’d say they missed their days
In foolish strife.
To earn and burn
Is all that they taught you,
your head is bent for so long
You forgot to see the sky so blue.
You forgot to see the road as you walk,
To listen to that strangers talk
You forgot to feel the air you breathe,
As you continuously March
towards your death in a sheathe.
Oh boy, don’t run.
You are working the week,
And saying it’s all right.
But you are running towards that weekend,
So you can drink the whole night.
You will get up on Monday,
And wear those pants so tight,
With the face so grey
To prove that your collar is white.
Oh, don’t run you stupid!
Put off the fire under your shoes,
You got nothing to lose.
Feel that mid-day lunch, play some blues,
Not a second of present, you refuse.
You are there where you have to be,
You will end this race and you ought to be.
Not the fast one who wins,
No, they can’t have it.
You have to be the tortoise, not the rabbit.
Find that one person,
Whose legs are slow,
Praise that person for being human.
Fine him for not knowing how to run.
Oh, Don’t run boy. Don’t!
As you run, you are missing your days.
Stand for a while and walk a little,
Reach there slowly to that
death’s blowing the whistle.
As you look around, you see you're not the only one running to be different from others which makes you the same as them.
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