Inertia Be-Damned

Let me bash tambourines and praise the mind-body continuum Grind out the miles, suffer the sweat. Find me a hill to break if only in my mind The foot-step's prints on the macadam Invisibility obscuring the pain I must have. The anguish broken to bits again. My ears pop with the inspiration of all ages. My thighs approve though my calves complain. For a long instance my psyche melds with my physique And I am one.