Run, to the end of the street <br />Run, to the end of the thirty yard line <br />Run, to that new boardwalk street sign <br />Run, to where the cows are tipped <br />Run, past the midnight stars <br />Run, to where no one can run <br />Run, past the golden fields <br />Run, to where words can’t describe <br />Run, to where history was blind <br />Run, where the birds my fly <br />Run, to the big blue sea that shines <br />And run, where no one would dare to run so why not just run<br /><br />nick trager<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/run-19/
