Feel blood moving fast,
hear the ground crunch underfoot…
Running
I wish sometimes,
that the meaning could be literal,
and we could make all the nitwits…
How odd is it,
that we never really considered space,
just to be outside…
It’s a fine day out,
to feel the summer breezes…
“Wherever you are, just call and I’ll come running.”
“Aw, that’s really sweet of you. But I don’t think you really can mean it though.”
Between two tall walls,
Stones falling inward again…
They’re winning the race,
Escaping the nose to win…
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