Run

You can only write when you feel like it
Do you feel like it? I feel like dancing. So let's do it!
Let's go and runrunrunrunrurun
to the cities, to the bikes, to the places that I could be
instead of here. Always here.
I will laugh at it. They can't hold me, their tender is wrong.
So you run with the boy to the place to be
To pick up fields and broken houses and make them our own.
Oh, I dream and they taste so delicious!
To live there