Run away with me. Put on your trainers.
Lace them up tightly with the double knots
Made from the fabric of my sweetest dreams.
Crouch down, take the blocks, wait for the pistol
To shoot you right in the back of your head,
Exploding your world and blowing your mind
In a kaleidoscope of hot blooded lust
As you sprint down the track of no return,
Heart racing heart, cold sweat, a struggle,
Towards me and a white line that signals
You have come to finish what you started,
Shoes still on. Running, living, being we
Or running away; escaping and free