A Runner’s Life

Nonstop forwarding in front of and behind the eyes of crowd

Pools of wet dripped from the temple and shone under the scorching sun

Not a thought of giving in crossed my mind 

The lactic in the rhythmic moving sticks was ignored

Burning in the sole turned into numb

Ornaments in the run remained constant 

Along with the unheard cheers from the crowd

The external environment was no longer a challenge

Only the homeostasis being felt and tried to get tuned-up


Forwarding is the one and only direction in the unrivalled run of life

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