To venture upon an adventurous time, In a world not so far from here, Lived a little girl, who loved to run, She’d run from near to here to near, You see to run was fun, And fun is good, And little girls they should do good, For good is well and well is good, Together matters, and as well it should.
She’d run, and run, and run, and run, Stomach ripped and head ablaze, She’d run her body to live long days, She’d explore the heights that were too high to see, And venture to places where even darkness could never be. She’d run until she was black and blue, She could not hear, She could not move, Crushed up faces, Red wrists raw, Chasing demons she could never thaw.
When asked by wet-nurse, why do you run? When your body is broken and silken time is done, Why do you scavenge in corners wide with bloodied nails and far sprung rolling eyes? Why do you wilt in this sunken state, so affected by fire, so gnawed at by fate? Why do you let no one in, your marathon, your desperate gym? Little girls should not concern themselves with such big things, Continue on this wayward path and wet-nurse will have to clip your wings, These are Adults thoughts for Adult’s minds, They’re not for you, No, not your kind.
Little girl crawled up with fear, If she could not run she’d rather disappear, She needed her sprints to her heavenly place, She needed her purge, her art, her disgrace, Folded into her sullen head, she prayed for darkness until wet-nurse was dead. She would not do what other children did, She would not close her eyes and beg, They could not take her will to run, for running is all she’d ever done.
They bound her tight, she could not breath, But her lust to run, it would not leave, They could tare her limb from limb from limb, Cover her in cotton and make her whole world dim, They could shout and scream, blackmail and barb, But this little girl, she’d gone too far, She’d scraped the boards of far flung places, She yearned to be there, to track her traces, To dig the gold as much she could, To find the fine line between right and good.
For good is well and well is good, And forever matters and as well it should, She knew she’d wind up back at the start, She’d known it always, Deep down in her heart.