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By cjking Submitted by hairdiva Date: 2007 Apr 05 Comment on this Work [[2007.04.05.12.28.6400]] |
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So every morning I crawl out of this hole That I've dug for myself to be able to sleep And do the things that make me acceptable for the day. To people, to smile, to seem the person I am supposed to be. You all know. Every single one of you. Endorphin rushes, brought on hard by the running I must do My drug of choice Easier and harder than the other kind of drugs. But the kind that sustains me Instead of pulling me down. I run, and feel the pull of joy Enough to make it through the day The seasons change and I change too A blessing, a time, a reason They all see me as strong But what choice do I have? I have to be. |