Running Still

I keep running,
But my feet ain't moving.
I walk away,
But I'm standing still.

It's a fear I've just discovered.
A fear... I fear most.
What if it hits me in the back.
What if it backfires.

What if I'm running from the real.
Walking away from my heart.
Of course I'm still in a small box.
Only had a peek.

What if that peek was the optimum
What if it's as far as I was to go
I'm walking still,
Running away in the same direction.

In a direction I know nothing
Walking forward with my feet turned backward.
I'm forcing,
I'm convincing,
I'm undecided.
What if I'm running from the real?