Running from Death

I saw a man once sprinting past      
As though running for his life.      
He was pretty fast,      
And I thought if I      
Could catch up I could ask,      
“Hey man where you running to?      
And why you move’n fast?”      
But as quickly as I thought,  
He leapt,      
Crashing headlong into traffic.      
And all that I could think of it,      
Standing on that sidewalk,      
Was, “Lucky me I hadn’t asked,      
Or we’d both be dying on that pavement.”