Poem 1

On the run

Into my stride,
running free.
In the zone.
On autopilot,
like on a tredmill
in the gym.
Countryside scrolls by,
as if on a video screen.

Mind running free, too.
Beyond my control,
off on its own.
Thoughts starting
who knows where,
running wherever,
finishing where
I least expect.

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