You can't run
You see a figure leaning against a tree and look, only to find Michael
Jackson grinning at you. He laughs, and asks, "Good run?"
You scream.
Then you decide that won't help. You hear the voice of your
psychologist telling you that you have to go to the root of your
problems in order to solve them. You decide to pray for a different
guardian angel.
You beg God for a new guardian angel. Suddenly, Michael Jackson is
gone. You give a gigantic sigh of relief only to find that your new
guardian angel is holding a knife to you. OJ Simpson!!! You
faint.
You run and run, without seeing anything you pass. You feel like
you've been running for hours. You stop for a breath only to discover
that all your running has got you nowhere.
