Running

Feet had been stomping
on mud without track
until mud turned to dirt
and my need could now plant.

Surging with power
that feeds on desire
helps fill up this stomach
and push me the higher.

Taking baton
to achieve what I long
has been passed from a lass
that helped me learn to see.

So now I’m in chase
to run from life’s bad waste
and take hands that want chance
to be in this love dance.

For life should be felt
in the tingles that melt
all the worry from mind
so that happy can shine.

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