Out Run Your Past Poem by Ray Hansell

My past always sneaks up on me
Like a stalker in the night
As I always get to wondering
If I can get out of sight

It seems no matter how fast I run
I just don't have the speed
To run as fast or as far
As I really need

I've always heard it said
You can't outrun your past
But now I must question
No one is really that fast?

But, should I keep trying?
Or should I just give in
Believing there's no chance
With a chance for me to win


3-5-19/RjH