Running

My breath is heavy, my face is bright red.
My legs are becoming weak and useless,
My hair is now matted to my head,
From all my gross sweating i don't look my best.
The turns seem to grow with each step of mine,
I concentrate on the cracked lane lines.
Blood pumps through my veins, my heart is the source.
When I run my world quickly whizzes by.
Running lets me forget all of my troubles.
My options seem to extend to the sky.
Running around the track my slow pace doubles.
I start to head home, looking for the end of the meet.
Cleansing my mind and body, running is my retreat.





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