I didn't say pokemon once. Why do I have to say I don't own it? How does that make any sense?

Run

By Farla

Run

Race

Flee

Always

Always and for eternity

Now

Was there ever a time

Ever

When it was different?

Was there ever a time

When I ran for the joy of it?

Was there?

Ran simply to feel

To live

To be

Was there?

Or was it just a dream

To escape this reality

Of running

And running

Forever

Humans are our curse

Our bane

They are the enforcers of our torment

We

My brother and sister

We run

We run from them

We flee from them

Eternally

Was there really

Truly

A time when it was different?

Was there ever

Ever

A time when it was different?

The irony

I hope

Does not escape them

The irony

That we flee

Because they want us

The irony

That they want us

Because we are powerful

The irony

That we run

Because we are weak

The irony

That they want us because we are powerful

And yet how can we be?

We run

We run from them

We race across the land

Rest?

No

Never

Once perhaps

We were free

Once

Or perhaps not

But I remember

And that is all I know

Once perhaps

We were free

Once

But for eternity afterward

We were trapped and resting

Immobile

Perhaps it is fitting that

Now that we are free

We are forced to run

Captivity?

Not in stone this time

But as a human's pet

Or Freedom?

Without freedom

To run in fear forever

Perhaps this is our penance

For a sin unknown

To alternate through eternities

To be forced to rest when not tired

And to long to run

For eternity

To be forced to run when tired

And to long to rest

For eternity

And with a half-forgotten memory

To taunt us of a time

When we could rest and run freely

Time?

Time mocks us

We are cursed

We are legendary

We are immortal

We are cursed

We are legendary

We are immortal

We shall suffer for eternities

Was there ever a time

Ever

When it was different?

Was there ever a time

Ever

When I ran for the joy of it?

Will there ever be a time

Ever

When it is different?

Will there ever be a time

Ever

When I may run for the joy of it?

Or…

Or…

Or…

Shall I run ceaselessly

But not tirelessly

For eternity?

Will there ever be a time

When I am not chased

And I can be free once more?

Or…

Or…

Or…

Shall humans chase me

Harry me

For eternity?

I know

I know

For I have lived for eternities

I know which will happen

And yet…

And yet…

The thought of freedom spurs me on

Makes me lift my weary paws

And run.