
They are building a new house in my local park.
I have been running there for a whole year,
Been tripping over my shoelaces in the dark.
And I have no problem admitting my fears –
Change feels like a burden to me these days,
I am too afraid to ever hold something dear.
The sun keeps showering me with pity rays.
They tell me that headlights killed the deer.
Happy tears roll down my face like on cue,
I overstress about how I seem and appear.
You know the feeling, I really hope you do,
Because for the first time I truly need you here.
It is not a rut, it is not that I have grown blue.
I just cannot run on empty for another year.
-JW
