The Run

November 3, 2015

Left. Right. Left. Right.

Footsteps keeping time with my pounding heart.

Legs are burning and my chest is heaving.

Left. Right. Left. Right.

Mind is wondering all over the place.

Staring at the ever changing pathway.

Left. Right. Left. Right.

I am alone in my own special world.

Freed from stress and able to relax.

Left. Right. Left. Right.

A special paradise. A unique Bliss.

All because my feet keep on going;

Left. Right. Left. Right.

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