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Jog Description

Ear phones in my head
I sit down on the bed
And put on my runnin shoes
Neither tight nor too loose
And i climb down the stairs
To the street no one cares
Where I go where I reach
What I learn what I teach
I am unaware
And I dun even care
What path I'll follow
Cuz the feet work solo
Got a mind to themselves
Superficial doesn't delve
Like the one in my head
Its black and its red
Its blue and its green
Its nice and its mean
But right now it jus wants
Some adrenaline

And the beat starts to play
Its the end of the day
And the body falls in
To some rhythming
And i start , do my jog
Darkness is my fog
I pick up a pace
And a beat starts to race
Its the one in my heart
It speeds up like a dart
And it starts to provide
Some air to my hide
And my feet n my hands
And my lungs expand
As i gain momentum
All the world feels numb
My heart starts to pump
Adrenaline to the blood
Feet splash in the mud

And my body gets tired
And my head is higher
And i keep pushin on
Darkness and a song
And the adrenaline
And a few moments when
Nothin else can matter
Not the future not the past
Not being 1st or bein last
Or being slow not bein fast
All there is, is the moment
My life in a moment
And everything comes back
As the moment collapses
And my legs feel heavy
And i'm back to bein me
So tired and weak
And my jog now a trot
And my trot now a walk
And i walk back home
To just face my ordeal.

Comments

Unknown said…
Well said, my friend, well said!
Sam said…
hehe thanks.

But had you red the 2 posts before that waise? like I dun think I told you to, but 2 things, and clouds you may not have red.
A said…
Guess what?

Yeh mere sar ke upar se nikal gaya :P

But whatever that was, 'twas enjoyable!
Sam said…
It was a description of my evening jogs. :P

Actually its got a rhythm to it if you get to listen. I'll rap it out like its supposed to be rapped when we meet next. :P
Espèra said…
There's a guy in my neighbourhood who walks with his back straight, in a very stiff posture and with gigantic silver headphones on his head. :P

Totally unrelated to your post, I know.:P
Disguise said…
Ohhh, nice poem!
Sam said…
@espera:haha, wel, i jog/run. So I hope the mental picture of that guy doesn't extend to me. :P

@Disguise: Hey! Thanks much! :D
blog.sahil.me said…
Btw, the email subscribe thing worked =P
But it left a load of empty "white" space :/
Disguise said…
Your friend stalks me.
Sam said…
Yea, I saw that. Why do we feel dissatisfied til stuff is perfect?! :P

@Disguise: who me or sahil?
blog.sahil.me said…
They should just give us control right? :P

She's talking to you about me, I bet =P
Disguise said…
Sahil wins the bet. :)
Sam said…
Hahahaha!

Yea. Hez always been like that.(<-lie waise)

And they're SO fullashit. They should give us control man!
Sam said…
who's Huda btw?
Disguise said…
Huda's this blogger, why?
Sam said…
Can you gimme a link to it? :P

He/She jus subscribed to this barely-there blog we started. Jus wanna check out.
Disguise said…
http://www.blogger.com/profile/08077085467682944831

There you go.
Sam said…
thanks yo!

She seems to follow inactive blogs i guess..! :P

haha whatever.

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