The sun is high, but my heart is low
when troubled thoughts pack in like snow.
Its hard to see how far I've come
when I don't know how long I've run.
The Day is nice with wind slowly flowing,
I'm smoking my cig and constantly blowing.
The smoke it helps, but not for long.
The embers now out I most move on.
Back to life and back to my run.
It will soon be time to say bye to the sun.
It was nice when it was out
and nice to fell its warm loud shout.
Hope all goes well for the ones in the race.
I just hope that I can keep my own pace.
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