Run With Me

How can I explain it?

The feeling of being free?

How, every time, you can push the limit?

Each way your muscles move,

The beauty of your stride,

How there's nothing you need to prove.

 

Do you understand the rush?

When your body is exhausted?

How your mind is in a hush?

Your body will sort of vibrate

In all sorts of ways,

And you will be void of all hate.

 

Are you understanding this?

The beauty of your work

That's more pleasurable than a kiss?

Do you know how to feel content?

Or that this one act

Is truly heaven-sent?

 

I don't think you understand

What it's like to be free.

So take my hand, let's go;

Come, run with me.