Running

It is a cliche

But nonetheless a truth

That I like 

Long walks on the beach.

Walking is heaven but running is hell

On a beach

Feet slipping on soft sands once so soothing

Dragging back the more I push on

Forward, forward

Without a definite end.

I’ll still get to where I’m going

But for time I trade beauty

And for time I trade peace,

running.