‘It is dangerous to be right in matters which the established authorities are wrong’

I’m a Runner,
it spreads like poison through
my heretic French blood.

When I run, I hide.
Then I stay hidden.

With the trees collapsing around me,
closing fully in
turning into a cage.

I don’t know yet,
maybe I never will
if I’m scared or safe.

I need to break free
and run
and run
and run
and run
and run
and run
and run.