Run

I'm not feelin' it. No inspiration here –
just respiration, which is more than
many can say these days, so

I'll take it. I'll take it, and I'll run –
run 'til my lungs burn and my legs
throb and my heart is on the brink

of bursting. I will honor Life with
the gift of these hard breaths, beat
a path to inspiration's door. Knock.