How do you walk when you just want to run?
Is it the going that's hard, or the heat of the sun?
Why do I feel so weary, walking out in the day?
When the getting is good, I just want to get away.
I could take flight and ramble, and never return.
I could take all the fire, and I'd never burn.
I could breath all the smoke in, and settle my lungs,
but I'd never stop running, if I set out to run.
There are some aches and pains that I'll always avoid
and others more terrible I could never enjoy,
there are whispers that sting like salt in a sore
but wordless sighs and writings that hurt even more.
Is it the going that's hard, or the pace of the trip?
Is it just the world spinning, or am I getting sick?
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Submission Name: Settle my Lungs
