The poem "The Run" By Salona
http://bpoetscorner.runboard.com/f14
"How funny it is we all long for the past
to turn back what things time has cast
but it just isn't so
we cannot go
trudge on and on til our feet begin to bleed
running from ourselves and the ones we need
why is it so
leads to woe
I guess we'll never know
and the sun brings a tear to my eye
another day to get up and try
trudge on and on til our feet begin to bleed
running from ourselves and the ones we need
when will it be fun again
trouble free again
I'm afraid it doesn't exist
there's no such thing as bliss
left alone with nothing but this"