Run

My body becomes
A mode of transportation
Somehow still
Swinging my arms
And letting my legs
Rotate rotate rotate
Until everything goes numb

I let my mind drift
Drift drift away
And my body keep
Its systematic rhythm
While all the other senses
Seem to fall asleep

Its the runners high
Its the burning of my thighs
Its the tight calves
Running running running
Until everything’s gone by

Just the sweat on my back
Feeling that rush
What Ive already run
Isnt enough

The runners high
The numbness in my thighs
A burning in my core
Noisy lungs
Clear mind

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