A Night Run

I can feel the wolves,
right behind me,
My fears,
give them teeth.

I can feel the snow,
below my toes,
my nightmares,
make it cold.

I can see death,
standing before me,
my experiences,
bring him near.

I can feel the music,
in my heart as well as my ear,
its beat,
pushes me on.

No matter the reason,
There is a rhyme.
No matter the chaser,
There is a path.

There are times to stand and fight,
and there are times to turn to flight.
There is never a time to give in,
and never a time to give up.

Keep the pace,
whether it be wolves,
or some other monster,
that stands in your way.

Let the music take you,
to the place you need to be,
One foot in front of the other,
One beat after another.