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Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Fantasy · #2198245
Too much is not always a good thing.
With exercise I get a lift;
they call it runner’s high.
Yet you can get too much of it;
of that I can’t deny.

I run to keep my spirits up;
I run with all my might.
But when endorphins flood my brain
I’m higher than a kite.

Once I was running down the road
out in the countryside.
And when I felt the high come on
I went up for a ride.

I bumped into a flock of geese
in flight to Myers Lake.
Relaxed in semi-state of sleep
while very much awake.

Then higher in the atmosphere
I saw a jet go by.
I coveted the way it flew,
yet I knew how to fly.

Ascending to the stratosphere
the air was rather thin.
I cherished every breath I took
as ice formed on my chin.

I recognized curve of Earth
and saw the glare of sun.
Within my mind I heard alarms,
but I was having fun.

I pitched head first and made descent
like spaceships heading home.
It then occurred to me my mind
had ample room to roam.

Reentry took the best of me
as I lay on the ground.
At first when I had taken off
I thought that it was sound.

So in the hospital I winked
at nurses on their shift.
When asked if I enjoyed my run,
I said, “It gave me lift.”


40 Lines
Writer’s Cramp
8-15-19
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