remember when I used leave them behind. i'd surprise myself, smiling quietly inside. the rush, the explosion tensed but not tight. move, flowing free bird, exuberant flight. muscles flaring, tendons ripe; beat to a rhythm footfalls light. wind in my hair brushing aside youthful vigour and carefree delight. I'd trip; get up. fall; I'd arise. nothing could stop me, nothing denies a feeling, urgent, of now so alive; those day's when I knew I could run with the best and leave them all behind.
... when nostalgia ‘helps’ distract us from the writing on the wall; yeah, I’m getting old(er)