The feel of feet pounding the pavement,
As my lungs take gulps of air.
Nothing breaks my stride,
Nothing can compare,
To the focus of a run.
The way your mind goes blank,
And the only sound is your own breathing.
There is nothing,
But you and the road.
Dec 11, 2012
Dec 11, 2012 at 9:26 AM UTC
The feel of feet pounding the pavement,
As my lungs take gulps of air.
Nothing breaks my stride,
Nothing can compare,
To the focus of a run.
The way your mind goes blank,
And the only sound is your own breathing.
There is nothing,
But you and the road.