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