Run

I make you decide if running is a curse or a blessing.

Run
Oh, how joyous it is
To be free from everything else
And to get away from every conflicting moment.

However, does running truly mean freedom?
What if you are forced to flee?
Running as fast as you can,
While the person pursuing you gets closer,
And your heart beats ever faster.

Can it be love of freedom or doom of terror?
Who can decide the true meaning?