Running from what?
     The what ifs,
The what’s not?

  The past wrapped up your heart,
In heavy wet cloth,
         Memories in shackles shape.  

A fist of madness shakes you lifeless.
Lays you dead
      On the breath of a brand new dawn.

Each new thought-
    ready
boundless,
   Free!

But Less sure,
        Less sure than the last.

Why can’t we just live **