Can’t feel the earth nor touch the sky
as I am walking up so high,
Crumbling feet, though can’t hear a sound
running to a place nowhere to be found.
Firing desire, intoxicating addiction
of moving. Undeniable conviction,
Worn-out feet, teary eyes
insistently craving an inaccessible prize.
Jumping the obstacles of trembling fear
I can finally see it pretty clear,
that the sound of my steps is what keeps me alive
fulfilling my destiny, the never-ending drive.
Alison
