(always running?)

November 22, 2019

5:30 am.

I pretend it isn’t, so I can rise.

Read. Run. Remind my burning thighs

(of their burden).

6:00 am.

Already, I am tired. Study, student,

So it sticks, education makes a dent

(in the wallet).

6:30 am.

Force the same thing down the throat,

Eat so little, every morning wants to choke

(is it working?).

7:00 am.

Forgive the family late to morning prayer.

Supplicate, submission, gratitude, and care

(here’s my solace).

7:20 am.

Run inside - forgotten water bottle,

Back into the car, where we slam into full-throttle

(in a hurry).

8:00 am.

Blurry lines, why do I exist? Can you see

Into a different timeline, where i wouldn’t have to be

(always running)?

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