Squeaky clean, the grass is green!
Squeaky clean, the grass is green! A stampede gone chasing and racing and outpacing!
I love my sneakers.
Running’s easier in my head, isn’t it?
My head melts like euphoric butter,
My head melts like euphoric butter, a flutter and a stutter as my mind lifts from body,
My head melts like euphoric butter, a flutter and a stutter as my mind lifts from body, groggy and stroppy as the hue of blue beams bliss
into my sugar-craving heart.
A million pathways into my heart; Where do I start?
Should I go into the wood?
My feet gently embrace the soft sheltered forest
My feet gently embrace the soft sheltered forest like a breeze tickling the softwood
My feet gently embrace the soft sheltered forest like a breeze tickling the softwood trees that breathe a chirping chorist.
Motionless, are these songs an answer
Motionless, are these songs an answer to my feet, the dancer?
Yet, running is nothing like a prance.
A patter of raindrops pelt;
A patter of raindrops pelt; a symphonic crescendo melts my head.
A patter of raindrops pelt; a symphonic crescendo melts my head. Every step is a dread, a tread into
A patter of raindrops pelt; a symphonic crescendo melts my head. Every step is a dread, a tread into my vale of adulterated ambition.
How about the slinky inky city?
The smooth soothe of straight city streets
The smooth soothe of straight city streets steer up and up and up in a feverish motion
The smooth soothe of straight city streets steer up and up and up in a feverish motion like a whirlwind swirling into white noise that
The smooth soothe of straight city streets steer up and up and up in a feverish motion like a whirlwind swirling into white noise that permeates my skull into pasty marrow.
Nature is the new Colossus.
Nature is the new Colossus. Its torch bears the nightmarish Sun
Nature is the new Colossus. Its torch bears the nightmarish Sun or the uniambic waltz of the storm.
Nature daunts me as I spew molasses.
Nature daunts me as I spew molasses. Is this the sweet sugar of my run?
Nature daunts me as I spew molasses. Is this the sweet sugar of my run? A windstorm of physical and mental torments?
It was already over when I heard the starting gun,
and my heart was shot dead
at the disappointment
of my inability.
A coach, a friend, confused.
Now, my sneakers swell in tears of blood.
A dream, murdered.
But, does a dream ever die?
But, does a dream ever die? Dreams always stride past unhappy endings.
Aside: I hope that wasn't too much of a downer. This piece is partially based on my attempt to start running again after my Track and Field experience came crashing in disappointing flames after Grade 12. I left in a bit of a hopeful ending, though. I don't want any of you to feel down! And I'm doing just fine. :)
I'm running now! And I feel so alive. Remember that running is not easy, both mentally and physically. Also, the exams are going well! I finished my first. The second one is this Tuesday, and I want to get another piece done on Wednesday or Thursday. It will be happier, I promise.
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