The path you are on

On your morning run,

Is as narrow

As much as it is strenuous –

And yet, you soldier on;

There are no fellow runners

For as far as you can see,

And the one or two you meet

Eventually,

Pause long enough

To greet,

All you have going for you

Is yourself,

You carry your own water,

Your shades and GPS,

You sing to still your fear

Of getting lost,

You sing so loud, you’re sure

Someone will hear

And sing along,

But no, there’s nothing,

Except for the birdsong.

You keep at it

For you’re so far in,

That you can only finish

What you’ve begun,

And so you run;

And somewhere along the way

You realize,

That you are having fun,

That there is joy

In being on your own,

With the birds and the trees

To keep your dreary soul company.

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