Run

 

I gather my strength and run, I run

I embrace the New Year before me

Like morning dew, a sweet spring-time sun

Shedding winter’s woes in ecstasy

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Let’s rejoice, sing, skip, dance, prance, have fun

Split words hitting the caves of my mind

Jammed with the numbers, breathless it spun

Reeling, then to a halt did it grind?

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I care not; I dare not be the one

Who sits and frets while others rejoice

Yet gnawing still at my core as none

Loud and clear echoes that damned, doomed voice

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“A cycle of seven gone but one

Still some gloom lies ahead of our way

Resist temptation till it is done

Nine months for a hope to light our day”