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Help the Runner
I will run, run, run,
Just as one, one, one,
In the light, light, light,
Or at night, night, night,
Just hearing my footfall tell me:
Gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone.
Gone are the miles and we still travel on,
What am I running from? What am I striding for?
And how long can I keep going,
just another minute more?
And, am I sprinting faster than my racing, racing heart?
Still fending off the pain that was with me at the start,
Shall I journey slow today, traveling a long, long way?
Climbing, chugging, aching, higher,
Always tempeted to retire,
Plodding, gasping, steamy mire,
In the sand my legs are fire!
In the rain that stings my face,
Storms that slash me like a mace,
Freezing wind that screeches death,
Splintering my lungs and breath,
Scorching heat is hard to beat
Hazy brains cannot compete,
Heavy lungs and skin perspire,
Feeling like I could expire,
I will not stop until it’s done,
Till then I just will run, run, run.
Run, run, run, run, run, run, run...
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