Marathon Mind

I’m struggling
To reach the tape
Lungs and legs burn
How did I get
So out of shape?
I’m struggling
Lungs and legs burn
The effects of old age
I can’t escape
Life’s poor choices 
Carry heavy weight
Lungs and legs burn
I’m so out of shape
How did I get
So out of shape?
Life’s poor choices
I’m struggling
But I welcome
Miles to go
I reach the tape


Last night
I dreamt
I owned
A bookstore
Walls lined with shelves
Where fantasy
With fact
And each performed
Their proper part

In the center
Patrons sat and sipped
(their choice)
And communed
With words

In the back
Was an open
Room for artists
To craft
With camera
With canvas
With color
With clay
With composition

Above the store
A living space
To eat
To sleep
To live
To dream
To mingle
With friends

Up the stairs
A rooftop garden
With tomato vines
Red peppers
Honey bees
Patio furniture
Place amongst the plants
For me
To sit and stare
At starry night skies

My nocturnal vision
Might seem
A fool’s fantasy
I must work
I must explore
I must persist
To turn what I dreamt
Into reality

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