Running

Running
Running is the way to fly…
Without wings

Running
Running is a lovely voice
For someone who cannot sing

Running
Running is the way to escape
Endless routine

When my feet pound on hard concrete
I feel tired, sweaty, and sore
But happy
And confident

Running

Because you don’t have to be going any where
The experience is enough

The wind running
Its fingers through your hair

The ground whizzing under your feet
Until

Until you run so fast
You are no longer running
You are flying

Soaring past the moon
And the stars

And at that moment
You know

That running is the song for the deaf
Food for the poor
To fly for the wingless
Running is the best feeling in the world!