a life spent in hiding & running away
will catch up to your today
lies told seep top-side & haunt
all that running makes a soul gaunt
all that hiding filches the calmness of breath
steals a wasted life & makes it like death
action is better than nothing at all
change takes some fight & sometimes a fall
down from grace & right through the floor
but no matter so long as you wallow there no more
one foot to follow the other
next, one to plant in front of its brother
like breath after another
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