It´s singlet on and old t shirt over the top
it´s gobble down breakfast
It´s sneakers on and out the door in one hop
Down hill backpack bobbing quite fast
Cool blue freshness is mine
panting along the track I crave it
A part of the day when the light tells the time
Dawns going and so are my legs above the pavement
Uphill now as sweat trickles through last night´s dream
the steeper it gets the more the knees strain
The cold air penetrated by my steam
the foot falls of my shoes is the rhythm my ears aim
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