Running helps me clear my mind
From the chaotic clutter of daily grind
It takes me towards a better state
Devoid of any regret, grief or hate
It shows me the pleasures in pain
Like the desert's unexpected rain
It silences the questions and doubts
Emerging in my mind's whereabouts
It teleports me to a heaven of hope
Where inspiration is the only dope
It frees from the cage of comfort zone
With a zingy zest to have my body hone
It fills me with a sense of satisfaction
To my wandering life, it adds traction
It provides me with means to defeat
All the ambrosia that I eternally eat
It gives me a kaleidoscope for seeing
One of the prime purposes of my being.
