Run

First we run, then we yearn

For the ignored.



First we stride, then we stumble

Over every misery.



First we talk, then we yell

At the listeners.



First we laugh, then we smile

At the bothered.



First we sigh, then we argue

About how the earth rotates.



Finally we try, then we cry

For those who stood, while we ran.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Runaway train never come back, run away on a one-way track...

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