My strides are not regular

I go running sometimes to try and catch my breath,

I go running sometimes; far into the night

I go running somtimes to try and escape a death.


I stared into a frozen semi-circle today - and someone else looked back.

I go running sometimes to try and get away,

I go running sometimes to try and clear my head

I go running sometimes; always, still...forever.

The End

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