Marathon
To get up to see,
To run what’s real
And breathe,
And feel,
And live
With each step
Through the pain.
When your lungs burn
You still push through
And go
Forward.
Labels: poem
A nattering nabob against nascent nihilism, but certainly not consonance. The blog has expanded in many directions all at once to include poetry, pictures, and discussions of philosophy, current events, music, politics, government, and military affairs.
To run what’s real
And breathe,
And feel,
And live
With each step
Through the pain.
When your lungs burn
You still push through
And go
Forward.
Labels: poem
1 Comments:
I don't think you could have described life any better!
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