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It is more than just a feeling,
But a natural phenomenon that demands a repeat.
It is a way of being.
The intricate obstacles set to overcome; dealing
I wake up before dawn, clearing my head.
Chugging the water bottle kept beside my bed.
Unlocking my phone to check the weather.
Feet bounding...
Feet running...
Feet jogging...
Feet dying!
I see the familiar road,
I run through the streets, pitter-patter
Darkness on my heels
I keep moving, leaping, flying-fast
The world running past
Darkness ahead draws nigh and the street-lights
Stand against the stars
my breaths become staggered as i look around the room,
the urge to give in is very near
as i step up to the line,
my feet begin to tingle.
i know there is no looking back.
My feet stick to the ground,
Afraid of letting go of the familiar surroundings.
Everyday, it pulls me in.
It is my home, my escape.
It is the cure to all my problems,
A disease that entraps me.
In my life,
The wind is hard,
The air is cold,
And my journey never ends.
Im my life,
The road is an endless path.
Each day is unexpected,
A surprise waiting to be experienced.
I have to wake up,
It is still dark, yet I stir.
My tired eyes open,
And I start from my bed.
Going to the kitchen,
My tired feet carry me.
Minimal food,
Water to sustain.
I
Am
Invincible
Running, flying, soaring
Nothing can touch me
As the ground rushes under my feet
And the sunset blurs into a pink and golden haze
Running
