The Flight of Mercury

Jogging down a country road, Searching for that pristine edge. The daily stress I must unload, As I make my solemn pledge. Two miles in, I gasp for air; Lungs are scorched and tight. I tell myself not to despair, While trying to pace my flight. Waiting for that second wind, I'm sure it's coming soon. Heading towards the final bend, I hum my favorite tune. There it is, I feel the surge; Adrenaline was badly needed. I'm so glad I fought the urge, To quit fore I succeeded. Gliding fast on winged feet, Feeling like I could fly. The Joy! Nothing can compete, Like life...stop and you die.