We run you and I.
We run to stay ahead.
Something is always chasing us.
We think we have it all under control, because this is what we do; we’re professional runners-from-our-past after all.
And then, when we’re comfortably way out ahead, we’re ambushed from out of nowhere.
Adieu my Lovely. I’ll miss you. Focus on the important.
I know you will.
I know your will.
A la prochaine