I learned to run from an early age  

I’ve been running ever since 

Running through life

Running away 

What if, I 


Tristan Barnard

BSc Wood & Wood Product Science,

This poem is short but poses the question, do we escape life by continuously  running forward towards abstract goals with all encompassing determination and could this be to our detriment? Do we allow life to pass us by? To run through or fingers to be cursed with the realisation in old age?

Illustration done by Neil Mellet

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