(no subject)
running
consciously thinking about life
on the track
there's a pacemaker ahead
his motion is stuttered
like a flashframe of a camera
taking three pictures in a row.
I run and I'm stuttered too
not quite tongue-tied
not quite all right
emotion leads to motion
yet none comes to my command
and I run
and manage to make it around another lap
on the track.
this next lap, it all hits me
I lose focus
no more thinking
no more e-motion
simply motion
and I turn the second turn
and his legs are the only ones that are moving
his; a constant shiver
mine; a flowing river
as energy pounds a delightful chorus into my veins
I pass the pacemaker
and make my own pace.
consciously thinking about life
on the track
there's a pacemaker ahead
his motion is stuttered
like a flashframe of a camera
taking three pictures in a row.
I run and I'm stuttered too
not quite tongue-tied
not quite all right
emotion leads to motion
yet none comes to my command
and I run
and manage to make it around another lap
on the track.
this next lap, it all hits me
I lose focus
no more thinking
no more e-motion
simply motion
and I turn the second turn
and his legs are the only ones that are moving
his; a constant shiver
mine; a flowing river
as energy pounds a delightful chorus into my veins
I pass the pacemaker
and make my own pace.