Breath like its your last breathe. Take it in till your lungs explode. It's lost all its momentum I'd run this race until the leaves turned gold, my legs turned cold, with protest screaming we couldn't carry my soul anymore. And even then my ghost would leave my body just to find you.. That much further it would say, close it's eyes and pray for strength. Finish line is near. I can hear them cheering. Or maybe it's in my head I can't tell between the pain. But it keeps me running, your voice is the chorus to all the things I tend to hear. So I'll just run until you say I'm done. Collapse and breathe a sigh of relief till my body catches up With me
More random stuff that just pops out. Pretty weak and stuff but oh well. Just thinking.