Tuesday, 3 March 2015

Running



Running

My lungs are burning
My legs are churning
My heart beats violently
The air rushes by silently
And my skin is kissed by the sun

Why do I run?
Is it for fun?
Am I running to escape,
That dreaded pear shape?
Or is it for fitness?
So that I may bear witness,
To the power of the run.

I run for all these reasons
In all seasons
Running is in my brain
I cannot explain
Why I have this passion
Because after a fashion
I just wanna eat that caramel bun


© Phil Renaud 2015