Patterns Flee
poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2009

 

It seems I'm running
I'm running
Still
Running away

Always so cunning
Still always running
Never still
Never I stay

And I won't go back
Nor will I look back
Nor will I leave
My pace and sway

Or let the sky lift me
Or let the ground sink me
Down into
The truth anew