Running
Running. I am running. I am running in the African Savannah. I am a cheetah, chasing my prey. I am like a bolt of lightning, flashing across the green and brown grass. Except I can outrun lightning.
I am running. I am running in the forest. I am a tawny cougar, running in the forest, and I silently step across a small creek, making a ripple. Even a drop makes a ripple. Even a drop of greed mixed with the gravity of power, pulling us down, makes a ripple, disturbing the fragile world, not bringing it to life, but rather destroying the calm and the peace. Destroying lives, lighting fire to villages where the cheetah hunts his juicy antelope. Burning up hopes and dreams, as well as small thatched huts. The icy cold hearts of war and injustice watching with a fire in their eyes as innocent people run from these unknown intruders, asking why, why did this happen to us? Why must we flee from our lives when we have done nothing wrong? Why must we run?
But still they must run, and run much like a cheetah, much like a cougar. Much like I run. But am I running for my life
or from it?
Running. I am running. I am running in the African Savannah. I am a cheetah, chasing my prey. I am like a bolt of lightning, flashing across the green and brown grass. Except I can outrun lightning.
I am running. I am running in the forest. I am a tawny cougar, running in the forest, and I silently step across a small creek, making a ripple. Even a drop makes a ripple. Even a drop of greed mixed with the gravity of power, pulling us down, makes a ripple, disturbing the fragile world, not bringing it to life, but rather destroying the calm and the peace. Destroying lives, lighting fire to villages where the cheetah hunts his juicy antelope. Burning up hopes and dreams, as well as small thatched huts. The icy cold hearts of war and injustice watching with a fire in their eyes as innocent people run from these unknown intruders, asking why, why did this happen to us? Why must we flee from our lives when we have done nothing wrong? Why must we run?
But still they must run, and run much like a cheetah, much like a cougar. Much like I run. But am I running for my life
or from it?
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