My palms hit
With every step
Weightless …
Moving lightly
Swiftly along paved routes
I am fast
Perfect in form
Perfect …
I am always running
From what is
From what is now
And who will be
Faster…
I say to self
limbs tense
My gate in full
Pushing…
Determined
People say I am
Of things needed
And wanted
Farther…
Just a little more
It s right there
Its in reach
Finishing
Why? How can I?
Looking forward
Eyes fixed on horizon
Passing…
Not giving in
I have much to tread
Because I enjoy
Running…
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