Running

They’re coming. They’re right behind me. I’m running as fast as I can, but they’re catching up. I need to run faster. If they catch me, there’s no telling what they’ll do. I’m running and tiring out fast. I can barely keep going, but I have to. I have to run, I have to. I wish I never left the others behind, but I had no choice; they were reluctant to come. They seemed brave enough to stand up against them. They’re crazy. How can they be brave enough to face them. How come I couldn’t? I’m running, they’re coming. I have to keep moving. Where are the others? Are they still standing there? Let me look back… no, wait. I can’t look back, if I slow down, they might catch up. I have to keep going. I losing my strength, I have to stop. I can’t. I can’t. I need to keep moving. I’m so tired and drained. I’m slowing down, my body can’t go on much longer. I’m slowing down. I’m sure they’re inches away from me. I’m slowing down. I’ve stopped. Let me brace myself before they get me – there’s no telling what they’re going to do. I’m crouched, sweating, out of breathe… why aren’t they attacking me? Where am I? I look up and see nothing. Not a soul in the world. But where are they? Did I lose them? Let me head back and make sure the others are okay. A long, lonely walk back, and I finally get back – alone and tired, but I’m sure they’re all dead. They must have gotten to them. What’s this! They’re all where I left them! So much has changed, but they all seem alright. Where are the chasers? They were after us all! Gone? When did they leave? They never came!? So why did I run? I’ve wasted so much time. Man, I wish I hadn’t run away at all. Look what I’ve lost. They’re all where I left them, they’re all fine; and so much has changed. How can I catch up? I can’t. It’s too late. I need to start anew. Let me find somewhere else to start anew… but let me run fast, I’ve wasted so much time, I need to make up for it. I’m running, again, but I can’t find anyone else. Where is everybody? I’m too tired to go on. I can’t make it. Let me head back, at least I won’t be alone. Everything’s changed again. What’s going on? I’m still the same. I haven’t grown. Why did everyone change? I can’t handle this. Let me go and find others. Let me run again and find my way. I’m tired, and I don’t know how much longer I can go on. But let me try. I have to try.

Coughed up by Uncle Sushi