". . .but you can't run away from yourself."

I run. . .

I run to

burn the beer belly

and blubber

from my bulbous

behind

I run to

conquer the chilling complacency

and cynicism

within my carping

cerebrum

I run to forget the fickle fancy

and fallacy

of my fading

Faith

I run to

smoother the searing spark

and singularity

of my sacrosanct

soul

I run. . .

because I

have nowhere

else to go

And no one

to share

My solitude