Running to Stand Still
Restless again.
Can't say why.
An overwhelming urge to . . . go away. Be somewhere else, or doing something else.
A dread of tomorrow, and what may come. Something, something. . .
Perhaps far distant nomadic genetics coming to the fore, triggering the migratory instinct.
Run, run. Oh Fleance, Fly, fly away!
How damned annoying . . .
Can't say why.
An overwhelming urge to . . . go away. Be somewhere else, or doing something else.
A dread of tomorrow, and what may come. Something, something. . .
Perhaps far distant nomadic genetics coming to the fore, triggering the migratory instinct.
Run, run. Oh Fleance, Fly, fly away!
How damned annoying . . .