I go running, running pushing round the track.


This is how it happens, all the time, all the time,


I wish a little less, continue,


This is how it happens, all the time all the time,


And then that sensation, I feel it again, for the first time.

Like I’ve been run over by a truck for the 2nd, 3rd, 4th time,



“I’m exhausted . . in my head


“I’m exhausted .”- to my mom


“I’m exhausted.” – as I lie in bed


This is how it happens, all the time, all the time,

This is how it happens, all the time, all the time,


As I lie in bed that sensation again, like I’ve been run over by a truck, running over, running out.


This is how it happens all the time, all the time.


And as I watch Olympic runners sprinting down the track,

Different faces

Separate Places

Same shoes, running running,

Different people
different minds,


I think, this is how it happens, all the time, all the time . . .