To Run Away

I like to run away for miles,

And feel my thoughts cloud up,

And never stop to feed my worries;

And then feel free at each step

Around a hill or track,

And to that my stress leaves,

In ways Its a escape;

And thus to limits it meets

To feel your heart racing, and to feel so empty,

Though free all the while

In tiredness, I feel alive;

Then to of just start again

And to every thought clouded and blank:

Then, pure yet blank focus as to their replacement,

Just to stop and to then restarts

As it's own process

For that is what it is like 

To run away 

From the dark