Sweat

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Running into dead ends

Reaching corners closed

Breaking bends

Sweats, futile embossed

Searching, on the run

I’m running in my shadows

Trying to find myself

I’m searching highs and lows

On the way losing myself

I bet you can’t!

Scream without a whisper

Move without a sound

Talk without a whimper

Even if you’re bound

Sleep without a worry

Care without a vista

Run without a hurry

Live it a fiesta

On the run

In a hurry

I scurry

Here

There

Don’t know where

No destination

Hyperventilation

On the brink of sanity

Along with my vanity