Tennis shoes pounding
Legs wobbly and weak
Darkness enfolds my figure
As Im bolting down the street
I run and run till I cant no more
Stop as I reach the park by the school
I collapse onto the dewy grass feild
With a slight breeze around me to cool
I lay on my back, look at the gray sky
Hear my blood rushing into my head
I relax my body till Im nearly asleep
In this place where my troubles are dead