Dead and dying the second death
My eyes grow dim, faint of breath
Still I run
Thoughts exhausted, logic fails
An endless flight I exhale
Still I run
Shards of rock, broken glass, barefoot past
Callous mind, soaking sweat blind
Still I run
Round and round, winding down
Nowhere bound, lost and never found
And still I run
Dreams of old come and go
Rain and snow my greatest foe
Still I run
Body ailing, muscles failing
Obstacles I swerve, constant left-hand curves
But still I run until I'm done
In the early morning hours
And then I go in ... and take a shower