Craving

It is like I am running on sand. Thank God its not water though, I would be freaking out. If you have not ran on sand before, I can describe the feeling to you with one word: Tiring.
I cursed when it rains. Its far lot worst.
But God is good. He is always good. He gave my feet the solid ground it craved for. No more sinking feeling. No more uneven surface that shifts with my weight. The ground does not nullify the energy when I jump. I can jump at my fullest height now. If you have not ran on solid ground before, I can describe the feeling to you with one word: Shiok.

Turn!

Where are you headed?
I can see where you will alight,
if follow its guide.

I spoke to you,
shouted your name.
You did not turn,
walked on the same.

But I need you to turn back.
Turn back now.
Stop playing with the flames.