running

my lungs are burning,

gasping for air with every stride

watching the trees go by

I am running.

the colors are turning fast

and my mind wants to catch up

but my heart has a calendar of its own,

and it says May 28 shouldn't be

this close

I am running.

my legs want to stop

and memories are being made,

but the clock ticks on 

and those memories are becoming blurs;

minds are spinning

legs are still moving

I am running.

I am running

I am running

I am running

hell, im sprinting

and baby this is the last mile of 26.2

my lungs are burning,

gasping for air with every stride.

why am I still running?