Running isn't always fleeing.
Sometimes it's the only way to stay.

Time doesn't chase: it observes.
We are the ones who stumble over its shadow.

He who runs without looking back gets lost.
He who looks too much gets stuck.

There is no end for those who don't seek a destination.
Only journeys that change shape.

The pulse dictates what the body keeps silent.
Rhythm doesn't lie: it only reveals.

Outrun is that which cannot be reached,
but neither does it stop.

A journey without a fixed point,
where each step is an echo
of what we are not yet.