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"