My heart
Is racing
On this treadmill
Going nowhere
Yet present
To do this
another day
Oh the ache
Of holding on
To these
Unfeeling handles
Unknowing
mandles
To pace
This illusion
That can never
compare
To a real jog
anywhere
Up scary land
Where fake friends
Hold hands
With big hearts
From life's demands
down these
Hills and valleys
Leading to Leftbank
I hate treadmills
they go nowhere
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