It's in everything.
The release of endorphins as I hit my stride,
the way my legs burn as I take turn after turn,
It's the air that scorches my lungs as I inhale;
the cheering that fills my head,
it's the way I fly when I peak,
It's the white noise in my head when I can't go any further,
and it's the way I collapse when i finish;
it's in everything and it's in nothing.
Euphoria.
May 16, 2018
May 16, 2018 at 3:47 PM UTC
It's in everything.
The release of endorphins as I hit my stride,
the way my legs burn as I take turn after turn,
It's the air that scorches my lungs as I inhale;
the cheering that fills my head,
it's the way I fly when I peak,
It's the white noise in my head when I can't go any further,
and it's the way I collapse when i finish;
it's in everything and it's in nothing.
Euphoria.
Just a fun little poem that I decided to write
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