It took years
I knew every bump and crack
In rain , fog , night or day
I ran to be running away

Found my second wind
air rthmically
going out , going in
mile after mile
constant as the waters
of the Nile

Later
while I was sitting
in my den
A wondrous feeling came over me
A high that elevates . . .
one that no drug can reach

I think I'm fine until I'm crying in my kitchen
These emotions I need to let go of,
I've been trying to give them a way every chance I get
But they linger like a vagrant in the alley by the bar asking me for a cigarette
Maybe tomorrow I'll find myself at home
But today it seems I'm still traveling in unknown disaster that's merely denial dressed up divine

And so
Fog

Descends.

Fields from train
Disappeared

And luxurious
Time

Lost,
Sacrificed