Jogging fast in the cramp corridor,
Running past the time that fades away,
Sweat dripping, blood pumping,
Breathing hard, i feel as my brow begins to quiver,
Pain in my legs, Wont go away,
No time for thoughts, or solitary sentiment,
Pain is my weakness, I leave it in the corridor...
I'm tired, still cant stop,
The pipes in the ceiling, it's all I see,
I follow them, as my goal becomes the end of this,
Exhausted, limitations are exceeded,
Blood churning, fire burning,
These fists are clenched,
In this corridor where i leave my weakness,
Where fire burns, and strength is born...

 
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