She runs like fire
towards her goal.
Feet glide on sand
with the most angelic movement.
Air behind her rythmically
pushing her foward.

What if this isn't real?
Taking away each drop
of elegance and charisma
leaves behind only
a girl who is running
in the grip of pure escape.

Relocated to where the mind takes her.
She's prone to changing scenery.
Not likely that she'd ever come back.
There's progress to be made.
On-going becomes the
search for improvement.

There's always something better.