Run Like Hell

Playing pickleball in a little sun shower,
worried my copy of The Bell Jar
that I brought with me is getting wet
without consent from the world.

Kids of the internet are playing
in the background of the river,
and I tell them to run like hell because
beyond that is belief, just out of reach.

I risk it all to risk it all to live
every damn day in this absurd place
called life, measured my minutes
but mostly weighed in smiles.

In that case, I am a rich man,
but my body breaks,
and I can't get back any days,
even if I win this volley.

So run like hell, children, for miles
and miles until you find something
worth stopping for, for standing still
is the most insane investment ever.

Once you stand still and kill time,
it becomes a crime to move,
so shake until you can’t make
anymore memories or take another step.