I used to run like the wind, I can still feel the spiky grass between my toes, the rush to the tape
I used to go like a train, dance like a demon
I have shopped till I dropped, I've mopped, plopped and slopped
The books, the laughs, the winces, the wit, the love, the lust, the politics, the dreams
They happen in my head and heart not my legs. They still do.
Escape still looks god for tomorrow.