Stain the sand
with your bloody footprints.
Run—
until the sand pierces your skin.
Run—
Do not stop,
even if it becomes your flesh.
Chase your goal.
Circle the earth
until you return
to where it all began.
In the end,
it doesn't matter
that you tried.
What matters
is that you made it.
You made it.
But the pain you carried—
no one truly understands.
Some, still running,
gave up.
But it was never simple.
Some died,
singing their dreams
like lullabies to no one.
The one who didn't give up
was met with the edge
of his land.
A cliff
high enough
to crush your bones.
Ahead,
A vast ocean waited.
With a never ending storm.
Could he return?
The creature saw no path back.
So he jumped into the ocean.
Some had to die.
Some had to give up.
Only the lucky
reached their dream—
With a few scars.