Run
And he runs.
Toward and away...
The runner knows not why
He runs the way he does
Where does it bring him
And what is he running for
Or
from?
All he knows
Is everytime his foot struck the ground
And he grasp for the breath that he can't catch
He feels... exhilerated
Is it the momentary adrenalin high?
Or was there a purpose he couldn't fathom?
But you don't always find what you are seeking
And it's more remote when you don't know what it is
And so he runs
The runner does
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i've gone again and done it. I ran another 42km. Or rather, I covered another 42km. Is there more to this running? I don't know. All I know is... I'm finally smiling. Again.
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