I didn't say pokemon once. Why do I have to say I don't own it? How does that make any sense?
Run
By Farla
Run
Race
Flee
Always
Always and for eternity
Now
Was there ever a time
Ever
When it was different?
Was there ever a time
When I ran for the joy of it?
Was there?
Ran simply to feel
To live
To be
Was there?
Or was it just a dream
To escape this reality
Of running
And running
Forever
Humans are our curse
Our bane
They are the enforcers of our torment
We
My brother and sister
We run
We run from them
We flee from them
Eternally
Was there really
Truly
A time when it was different?
Was there ever
Ever
A time when it was different?
The irony
I hope
Does not escape them
The irony
That we flee
Because they want us
The irony
That they want us
Because we are powerful
The irony
That we run
Because we are weak
The irony
That they want us because we are powerful
And yet how can we be?
We run
We run from them
We race across the land
Rest?
No
Never
Once perhaps
We were free
Once
Or perhaps not
But I remember
And that is all I know
Once perhaps
We were free
Once
But for eternity afterward
We were trapped and resting
Immobile
Perhaps it is fitting that
Now that we are free
We are forced to run
Captivity?
Not in stone this time
But as a human's pet
Or Freedom?
Without freedom
To run in fear forever
Perhaps this is our penance
For a sin unknown
To alternate through eternities
To be forced to rest when not tired
And to long to run
For eternity
To be forced to run when tired
And to long to rest
For eternity
And with a half-forgotten memory
To taunt us of a time
When we could rest and run freely
Time?
Time mocks us
We are cursed
We are legendary
We are immortal
We are cursed
We are legendary
We are immortal
We shall suffer for eternities
Was there ever a time
Ever
When it was different?
Was there ever a time
Ever
When I ran for the joy of it?
Will there ever be a time
Ever
When it is different?
Will there ever be a time
Ever
When I may run for the joy of it?
Or…
Or…
Or…
Shall I run ceaselessly
But not tirelessly
For eternity?
Will there ever be a time
When I am not chased
And I can be free once more?
Or…
Or…
Or…
Shall humans chase me
Harry me
For eternity?
I know
I know
For I have lived for eternities
I know which will happen
And yet…
And yet…
The thought of freedom spurs me on
Makes me lift my weary paws
And run.
