The running man
There is a man in my head, he’s running through my mind.
He is running on a treadmill and leaving me behind.
He’s running faster and  faster, throwing his thoughts all around,
I wonder who’s in charge here and if he makes a sound.
He is in a dark room, with a spotlight on his speed,
He is panting and exhausted, I wonder about his needs.
He’s sweating and he’s stressed, he can’t run anymore,
He stops and falls, he’s tired, confused and unsure.
I wonder who this man is, is he me in disguise?
Am I running out of steam, will I fall and hide?


Mind, spirit, busy, hectic, thoughts, racing, mental,

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