I wake up in the morning,
Throw my hair in a bun.
I lace up my sneakers
And head out for a run.
I’m out of breath
By the end of the block.
Still I push myself harder,
Never checking the clock.
All this time I spend running
My daydreams take shape.
I go into a world
One I cannot escape.
There are monsters and demons,
Zombies and vampires too.
A red-headed stalker
With eyes oh-so blue.
There are heroes and good guys,
Someone there to save the day.
It wouldn’t be a fantasy
Without them out to play.
There are castles and oceans
And skies with bright stars.
I see chaos and beauty
And love hidden behind by bars.
All these things that I see
As I jog through the world
Are created by one thing;
My twisted mind unfurled.
I can run on forever
In the madness of my mind.
And keep going and going
Until the end of time.
But, alas, I cannot
For my breath has run short.
It is time to head home
And rest up from the sport.
I’ll start again tomorrow
With my dreams set on high.
I’ll see where they might take me
And always reach for the sky.
Copyright 2017 T. R. Justus