Run track

run track

run track

be there where are you are needed by your own self

sail the air as if you were good enough to siss

in your inner self you know that 

it's damned hard work to stay put 

and heal your damaged heart with ointments extracted 

from dry leaves under your feet

it's dawn 

just seconds after the moon cracks and breaks open

in no time you could exhaust your oxygen blows 

like a dog laps

you're mistaking in for out

busting the bubbles inside your ears with empty cracks

it's still dark, it really is still dark

light hasn't warmed up yet

you feel lightbulbs flare in your consciousness 

and painful burning pins inside your head

between your eyes

you feel lightheaded as if in a gaussian blur

everything spinning slowly around your eyes

and you still jumping with them wide opened

as if flying

with dust and mud sprinkles forming a distinct layer 

over you

over your hair

the whiteness of your tshirt

your sweaty legs

run track

get lost in that vacuum

sure to win

somewhat

somewhere

run track

until your lungs give up before giving in

like the moon cracking

just seconds before dawn

on your trail salty with tears of joy this time