I want to run

I want to run. Run like Forrest. I mean to really really keep running. Run far far away. At first there will be paved roads in the concrete jungle. Towering edifices of man's creations will surround me. Then there will come the ghettos, a reminder of the ills that plague society. I will run nimbly avoiding the feces. Then there will come the rich villas, with the manicured lawns. I will swiftly run past the pretty poodles and their prettier masters. Then there will come the freeways, those 6 lane conduits to far far away. I will jump over the barrier onto bylanes and I will run, run into the fields. Then there will come cattle and there will come streams. I will run past them as they mulch and gurgle away. Then there will come the railroad , cutting across the land. I will run along the tracks as the train thunders past. Then there will come the forest, a paradise of green. I will run like a mohawk and follow the wolves. Then there will come the mountains, there will come the ice. I will be chilled to the bone and my legs will hurt. But I will run, run as far as I can, with the eagle watching over me. Then there will come loneliness, a strange new friend. One who is always there but never by your side. And I will run , run into the desert. My throat will be parched and my tongue will be dry. The rattlesnakes and the scorpions will watch as I run past them. Finally, there will come a cliff. A cliff overlooking a vast ocean. I will stretch out my arms and in a perfect 10.0 jump, I will dive into the ocean. I will fall through the sky, and the wind will rush past my ears. Then there will be a splash, and I will dive deep deep under. It will be worth it, certainly it will.