Where does the time go?

Sometimes you gotta run. There are times when walking just no longer cuts it. Like when you are late, or when you are angry. I am running, but I’m not sure if I’m running towards something or away from something. To be perfectly honest, I think I would like to stop, but I’m not sure if that’s an option. Anyone want to run with me? I don’t know where we’re going, but maybe we can get some fast food or something along the way.