Invigorating Struggle
"It's all up to me..."
My mind racing at the speed of light,
flying over cement cracks,
my Nike shoes beating the pavement like a drum.
Squinting under the sun, all goes quiet inside.
Running. Running.
Because my head is a clear-sighted jewel,
one sole purpose is to shine, to find the ending of the journey.
Leaving behind the world and escaping these sided issues, I am cleansed by the sweat.
Sometimes, I get frightened and my breathing heaves but then it subsides and I am one in this moment.
Releasing dopamine into me, feeling the muscles clench, I see the goal up ahead.
That single white mansion welcoming me, showers me in praise,
I have made it once more.
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