until your lungs scream
until you’ve blown off the steam
until the world seems just
a little
tamer.
runwalk four
until the sweat pours
and the trees store
up the last of your secrets
and you can run
and whisper
and scream
no more.
until your lungs scream
until you’ve blown off the steam
until the world seems just
a little
tamer.
runwalk four
until the sweat pours
and the trees store
up the last of your secrets
and you can run
and whisper
and scream
no more.