I’m running out of time
I’m running out of money.
I’m running out of clever jokes
That no-one sees as funny.
I’m overtired of answers like
“I’m sure everything will be fine”.
I?m running out of faces to hide
From the face that’s really mine.
I’m running out of poems
That disguise themselves as song
I’m running out of excuses
For everything that’s wrong.
I’m running out of running
On a short long distance run.
I wish I knew where I’ll find myself
When I’ve finished with this run.

© 2010 Steve Taite. All rights reserved.
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