Born to Run

As the sun glistens upon the newly
Fallen snow
I push my way through the trees
And bushes,
Careful not to make a sound.
I stand there for what seems like
An hour
But...it could have only been a few minutes
In my worn out jeans,
Shivering down to my spine.
With my thumb outstretched, it
Seems as if a million cars
Go whizzing by,
Not one of them stopping.
Iím scared and alone.
Something inside tells me to go back
To where I came from.
I obey and walk silently through
The woods,
Following my footprints back home
I wasnít born to run...


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