I run,
not because I want too,
it's because I have too.
Fighting away the pounds that once
wrapped around me like an anaconda
around its prey.
Holding me tight in its grasp,
as I have no energy, or breath to getaway.
Knowing each day living the way I was,
I was one day closer to
my unhealthy decay.
I run,
not because I have too,
it's because I want too.
Feeling the breeze blowing by me as I
tackle each mile, and each step at a time.
Hearing each footstep pounding the
ground in a poetic fashion,
left right, left right,
speaking with beats in a rhyme.
Out of breath,
but I keep pushing cause
stopping now surely would be a crime.
I welcome the day to darkness at times,
when the sky hasn't even welcome the sun.
So, why do I wake up at 5 am before
my day has really even begun?
It's because I choose to run.
