Running Forever

It wasn't a choice.
Running over the welcoming field
Of recently cut grass,
That seemed to reach tomorrow.

At some point running became rolling
As a gradual slope
Carried me to the foot of a Maple,
Where shade and roots offered respite.

Squeezing my eyes shut
Brought the smells and quiet
That enveloped my surroundings
Leaving me fantasizing a permanence.

Soon enough guilt and parental expectations
Carried me away from the dream...
Back to where those who patiently waited
For me to act my age.