Fly.

What most people want to do.
Fly away from their problems to some amazing country,
Fly somewhere where people actually care,
Fly away, getting them away,
Away from it all, to just relax, and breathe.
Flying and Running, are so different,
But unusually the same, You can feel the wind on your skin,
The winds fingers running through your hair, sound of it whistling into your ear.
Except one, your high in the sky,
The other your feet are firmly on the ground,
On the ground in the reality of everything, of everyone.
I want to run, stay in the reality of everything but at the same time not be too included in it.
People will just say your running away from your issues,
When the truth is,
I'm not,
I'm walking away from them,
Not in any rush but at the same time still moving away from them,
Funnily enough i was thinking of this as i was running away from being rugby tackled to the muddy floor,
Then it occurred to me,
Liefs too short to even care about these issues,
We should just forget them if they cause us that much pain and just carry on with life,
Not holding grudges,
Not arguing,
Because sooner or later were going to be leaving,
Making our own lives,
A new purpose to our lives, weather that be a family, or a career.
Then after our life is done,
We go to that "better place" as they say.
Where we truly fly.