Runnin'

Runnin' was something that never got me anywhere.

Whether it was runnin' from Hassan or runnin' him away per sey.

Or that I was runnin' away from being a man and runnin' away from the responsibilities that followed.

Or the fact that I would just run into my fathers arms , runnin' towards the love I wish i could've recieved from him.

Maybe i was just runnin' away from something.

Something bigger, more freightful than I thought it would be.

My redemption.

A fight only for the fittest and I was in no shape to win.

But it wasn't for me.

It was for Hassan.

Rest in peace the runnin' king.