A morning breeze crawls in through the window
Over the skin and  across my back..
A shiver and then a sigh,
A little too cold, and a little too dry.

I've set my sights upon a silent space,
Where I may show no feeling, and withhold all grace.
Wrapped in thoughts of many topics,
My mind's but a storm in the tropics.

To move, to walk, or to run along,
To never stop if you are strong.
To keep a pace, to win your race,
To gain just what one can't replace.