Running at night, in the dark all alone
Is my new favorite thing.
Under the cover of darkness, you can be anonymous
But still very cozily yourself
You are at one with the stars and the sky
You turn off your light when the moon's glow allows
And run like a bandit, like a banshee, like whomever you want to be
Under the stars.
You can be no-one
You can be anyone
The night will never reveal.
Until you stumble, whoops
Or trip up and over that branch
Or that hole or that ditch
And you go down, into a tumble
Scratching your knees, bruising your toes
And decide that maybe, running with a light
Is not such a bad idea after all.