Oval Run

The muscle pops
upon the tight hug of your own arms.

A look, left and right.
Nobody cares.
Your routine, tonight
nobody stares.

After you touch the floor;
you try to reach for the stars,
But nothing is within reach,
none but your scars.

So you allow the blaring music
touch your eardrums
right before you start
but nothing,
nothing can touch your heart.

You join the dozens of feet
pounding on the ground;
trying to run away
from the world that tears found.

You persevere to endure
And you fall into a pace
that allows an hour or two of escape
to drown into your own time and space

Yet, here you are,
dozens of angles,
paced in your own paths,
running in circles.


Posted: Tuesday, January 15, 2013/ http://begin2013.blogspot.com