Time flies too close to the sun
This near the asphalt
I want to be a nun.
But gods are just people
Always too close.
At mile 14, I fell away from my last friend.
I was afraid I would escape.
At mile 21, a church saved me
With cool water and Christ
But at such scale, even a tiny cup weighs a ton.
At mile 24, a song
Singed me gently like hot wax
And I learned
No one can cry
If they are chewing gum.

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