Raging along at a quickened pace,
My thoughts and frustrations I try to outrace,
Working them out in the warm evening air,
Over my head, the streetlights glare.
Concentrating as my feet hit the ground,
heightened awareness, I feel my heart pound,
The sweat on my back as my body heats,
The length of my stride as I cross the streets...
I round a corner, catch sight of the moon,
I feel the breeze as my mind plays a tune,
My pace slows and I smell the green grass
I no longer feel the need to move fast.
The light of the moon in a darkened sky,
So beautiful I stopped to sigh,
I noted the wonderful things all around,
And headed home with the peace I found.
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