Inadequate

Inadequate

I love the rush of air as I run

Through this long narrow causeway

Old walls paint a mural of fables

As the stalls and people blur away

I love the rush of air as I run

Adrenaline pumps in every vein

The happy energy frees my soul

Egged by the lashes of your cane

I love the rush of air as I run

And I see all my eyes can see

And a bit more that you hid away

My spiked senses can perceive

I love the rush of air as I run

Though it never gets me near

I somehow see your face clearer

The creases and folds that you bear

I love the rush of air as I run

I can hear your laugh as I try to close

You stay perched upon this high horizon

Watching the spectacle through this prose

I love the rush of air as I run

Losing my breath along the way

Knees falter and I crash my head

Disdained, you chuck my book away

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