He spent years in the shadow of his own undoing,
Feet always ready, heart never pursuing.
Trouble sang softly at the edge of each day,
But he’d lace up his shoes and just run away.
The echoes of questions, the weight of regret,
Like songs half-remembered he tried to forget.
His life was a rhythm of dodging the tune,
Afraid that the music would play out too soon.
But sunrise grows bolder as night starts to fade,
And silence, he found, is where courage is made.
One morning he stopped, with the world standing still,
And heard in his heart a new kind of thrill.
“Face the music,” they said, and he finally heard
The wisdom that trembled behind every word.
No longer a fugitive, no longer alone,
He danced with his problems, a life overgrown.
There, in the spotlight, he found he could bear
The notes that once haunted, now lighter than air.
For running brought distance but never relief,
While facing the music uncovered belief.
Feet always ready, heart never pursuing.
Trouble sang softly at the edge of each day,
But he’d lace up his shoes and just run away.
The echoes of questions, the weight of regret,
Like songs half-remembered he tried to forget.
His life was a rhythm of dodging the tune,
Afraid that the music would play out too soon.
But sunrise grows bolder as night starts to fade,
And silence, he found, is where courage is made.
One morning he stopped, with the world standing still,
And heard in his heart a new kind of thrill.
“Face the music,” they said, and he finally heard
The wisdom that trembled behind every word.
No longer a fugitive, no longer alone,
He danced with his problems, a life overgrown.
There, in the spotlight, he found he could bear
The notes that once haunted, now lighter than air.
For running brought distance but never relief,
While facing the music uncovered belief.
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