we run in circles
short tight circles
drifting
soft
oblong
lemming loops
as miles click by and by
we run tight circles when the mind is troubled
we run happy in this moment
round and round
spokes on a wheel
fast and blurred
thoughts become not-quite-focused
thoughts become our heart
our mind
our bone
our soul
we run in circles
we soar free
we run happy in this moment
It's a good day to be alive,
Mike
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