I’m running nowhere, going nowhere,

Just running.

Letting my pointless anger feed me like a strange, unknown energy.

Just running.

Not running away from anything, or anyone specifically.

Just running.

Something tells me it’s a chance to escape from this hellish existance.

Just running.

Stumbling smoothly over bumps in my treacherous pathway,

Just running.

Even though I can barely see outside of a blurry world.

Just running.

I keep on going, gaining speed. Gaining maddening power.

Just running.

Something’s making me run. Something’s forcing me on.

Just running.

With the landscape flashing past me in swirls of colour and light.

Just running.

Whiteness coming up to meet me, to smother me. To capture me.

Just running.

Then the sensation of being spread out and crumpled up.

Just running.

Then it all goes black.

LIFE SURE IS HARD BEING A BOGEY!