oneword: gallop

racing,hell for leather, speeding away from something that is on your heels. its so close to catching you and knocking you down and tear you to shreds so that nothing, but a shell of who you are remains. you are running so hard your chest is pounding and your lungs have reached their limit, but if you miss even one stride, you are caught...so you continue running, chasing freedom that will one day be yours. run, gallop, and don't lose faith for one day that sweet freedom will be yours.