The cold is turning my breath to clouds
The sky is navy and without a single star
The harsh glow of the city
Blocks then from view
My breathing is steady
My stride at a solid rhythm
Hitting these perfect pale grey streets
with a thud
My headphones blare white noise
But my mind is far away from that
Following a thread
Of thoughts
Like a dream
And that electric current of adrenaline
Keeps me moving
Then the song ends and the world is quiet
Just me and my panting breath
Sweat is rolling down
Freezing on my neck
At this moment
I need nothing else
But a road to follow
