brush past some prickles
blood seeps out my shin
branches with icicles
mud streaks on my chin
my thoughts are gone
so i run on
the only way to derail
from this crazy train
is to get on the trail
and stop my brain
my thoughts are gone
so i run on
my feet: scuffed and tired
keep going: the only choice
must use the inner fire
and ignore the quitter voice
my thoughts are gone
so i run on
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