I Run

Slipping on my running shoes, I run;
Through the place I learned to walk I run;
By the gates I learned to speak I run;
Past the place she held my hand, I run:
Torn and tattered, by the waning strength of my limbs, I run;
Zipping through the memory lanes, with zest I run;
Bruised and battered, by the will of my soul I run;
Knowing not - To or From, I run.