Outlaw

Faster, faster!
Screams the little boy to his horse. Rain and wind scorching his face downhill he s alive while running away from certain death. The past cannot be forgotten nor left behind. But we all eventually try to do so. No matter how fast you go, no matter how far you are. Someday, somehow it will catch you.
The illusion of freedom from your lips taste just as a mortal feeling. We all pay sooner or later. Life has his own way to get even.
Between trees and rocks, water and wind, fire and arrows, the boy laugh as he turns his back to death. His pursuers, raging, holding with hatred their reins keep their eyes carved to the boy s silhouette. They know they will catch him. It s a question of time. Time that is playing on their side. Smiling full of anger trying to match the boy haughty smile the chase keep going for a timeless night.
Is stealing a kiss such a crime? Been chased over the hills and the plains, over rain and the burning sun, is the price to pay for a smile from you? He doesn t care, he knows he will be caught. Eventually. But now only the memory of this first kiss makes him the happiest outlaw in the run. Eventually.