I just want to run, I tell myself a lot.
I just want to move. Sitting still is such a task.
Too many thoughts, not all of them entwine.
If I could just get my blood flow moving, perhaps I won't be blind.
Heedless acts, I wish them to extinct
They lower the standards of what people mean
Is as to be wise as to listen rightly,
Not all lips moving are conscious, they could smite thee
Be forewarn to think things through
Alford plea is real, bargains misconstrued
Can the head, the heart, and mouth align?
Perhaps there is not much blood flow, it would not be a surprise.
Not all running means to quit.
Sometimes running helps grip
the vital vessels required to live.
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