a desolate path
my movements thrash
lungs pump with sound
carried by the wind
my shoes strike concrete
moss, dirt, leaf-peppered path
as the sun descends
in the depths of seed

sweat trickles, sprinkles
flowering ecstasy
like salty rivulets of rain
the frothy seas whipped by wind
splicing lumps of coral terrain

blood resonates, pounding in my ears
I feel my body resonate in unity
it carries me in manifesting destiny
to mountains etched in eternity

I am running not for what I have done
but for what would become

and I'll keep on longing
for the concrete underneath my feet
the road to set me free