Champion

I run alone with so many. Apart but not cut off. Pouring my focus in many directions, I run.
Eyes blurred. I can never really see clearly. I see clearer than you though, my subjects.
I've met you once, but I think about you often. All of you. Picking apart your daily lives. I know what you think, what you want.

You're all amazing. All of you that i've analyzed again and again.
It amazes me how easy you make it to figure you out... every last little bit of you... if someone's lookin' hard enough. Down to the roots of your hair and the corners of your lips... The bend in your pinky toe, your scars and how you got them. Your personality and which traits you adapted from your parents and the ones you adapted from your environment. I can find your pain and who caused it. There is so much, but it takes so little time to break it down if you have to.

You just want to be beautiful. Just like the rest of us. Beautiful faces, beautiful minds, beautiful bodies, beautiful experiences, beautiful children, beautiful dreams, beautiful souls.

We run.