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Bruises under my eyes; I haven’t slept in days
In the woods wolves howl; in answer the dog bays
The pastel dawn bleeds up from the rising sun
I pull on shorts and t-shirt and head out for a run
Underfoot the paths are soft with fallen leaves
Autumn colour stains the forest as it breathes
I try to lose my mind in the rhythm of the run
Seeking peace away from thought, but I find none
So many people
waiting on me for decision
So many will meet and greet me with derision
Like them, I don’t want this role I’m forced to play
But they must heed me come what may
Wish there were only two well-marked roads
Instead of several scripts in enigmatic codes
Like life, there are no signposts to point the way
That leads to the light and far from dark decay
I jog up the last hill toward the cabin
Longing for the shower and coffee therein
I’ll be on the road back to the city by seven
Amid the stress, I have this little piece of heaven
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