When will you stop running?
When the first blooms of spring
Appear on the old winter ground?
When a new year begins, another ending?
When heaven falls around you, or
When hell freezes over?
When will you stop running?
Do you even know what
You started running for?
Was it from your troubles?
Was it from death?
Or were you just
Having fun
Thought of yourself as
A wonderful adventurer.
Yet, now, there is no adventure,
Nothing left to see.
When will you stop running?
What is your purpose now?
You set out to build a legend,
But instead your novel is full,
Of sorrow and mistakes.
Why not stop now,
And rebuild again
There is still time for you
When will you stop running?