No matter the time of day,
There can always be hell to pay,
Not that we'd ever want it that way,
Not that we want it or plead it,
But because one day our body may or may not needn't,

But that's not the only endeavor,
... maybe one day you'll find that forever,
With that warm smile,
That kind heart,
That other weird one who also finds running to be an art...

They could be out there right searching high and low,
Running without reason,
But you're sitting here; I guess you'll never know.