Face ouch!!!

To run or not to run

Is not the question

For running leads 

To messy states

To falls with bruises 

And regrets

But walking 

Is an easy feat

It is the task

We all complete

But running, jumping

Soaring hight

Is something 

I do fear to try

For if I landed 

On my face

I sure would feel

A real disgrace

My pretty face

Oh it would hurt

But even worse!

It could contort

Into a scary

Mushy pulp

With no more beauty

I'll be trapped

So better I just

Sit here still

And twirl my thumbs

Till I get ill

Until I'm sickened

With regret

But pretty faced

I do not fret 

And I will sit

And twirl my thumbs

And I will weep

Till ending comes