Walking Man

The man was running.
He kept running.
Why?
No idea.
But he kept on running.

That was all that mattered
in this change of
formation and shape.
This elongated sprint evolving
... the man from the juvenile stage
to the extraterrestrial, to
the elaborate portraits.

An art style fitting of
evolution. As if crayons
and fine concentration would be
the first idea of imagining change.
A good literal idea.

There's not much else
to speak more of.
The man was just running
at the end of the day.

Typical Tanaami Keiichi work. I suppose the only reason this score isn't lower, is that this is hard to find. I'd still strongly suggest looking at it from a different angle; stray from conventional ones. The idea here is good and execution matched, so you are in for a true treat if you'd like to some avant-garde that isn't too paranormal.