Run


My legs are strong
they can carry me far
my worries left behind
in the back of my car
not a care in the world
as I run with the wind
the sweat is my friend
as it drips from my head
to the rhythmic pounding of my legs
The tension is torn from my soul like a page
Ripped clean from the weathered book of this day
The crumpled remains fall in my wake
As I silently ignore
all my daily mistakes
The circle I run
is a loop I repeat
the cushioned soles of my shoes
are the mates to my feet
as I run through my world
as I bake in the heat
I pass other runners
they look graceful to me
I imagine them smiling
staring at my back in envy
my body is mine
my private machine
I can make it run graceful
I can make it run mean
I control every facet
I control every gear
I can run like the devil
I can run without fear
The song in my ears controls the speed that I fly
The music in my soul
creates the runner's high
My legs are strong
my tension obscene
they can carry me far
not far enough for me

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It's about getting back in touch with your world through direct contact and it's about getting back in touch with your body and connecting it directly to that world.