I close my eyes and I feel it.
I open them and I see it.
In the darkness of my dreams I hear it.
The pounding of my heart.
The choking of my lungs.
The screaming of the crowd,
and I run.
My shoes pound the turf,
as my body scales the Earth.
All the while these people determine my worth.
Even worse it's fun,
so I run.
I feel it in my veins.
The irony of this joyous pain.
I live to do it again and again.
This seems to be who I am,
so I run.