Morning [Warped Performance]

Awake
I've left the dream
My conscience reconnects to reality
Monday
7:30 AM
A bedroom consumed by the dark
I shift to an upright position, gaining control again
Muscle tension causes exaggerated stretching
Relief, with an undercoat of pain
I lumber to standing
Dragging the clothes onto my stiff frame
It apprises my mind
'Don't think about it too much, just do it'
Agreed
Triple tied laces
Keys in pocket
Freshly brushed teeth
A sip of water
It's time
I shut the door and break into a purposeful stride
Like a plane before lift off
Step by step
One foot after another
Running
It's happening!
Step by step
One foot after another!
I've committed!
Step by step
One foot after another
Breathing with nature!
Step by step
One foot after another
This is the beginning of success
Yes!
This is the removal of the toxins
Yes!
This is the cleansing of my soul
This is running
And I won't stop now
My pace steady but sure
My breathing short but powerful
My arms swinging up and down like a see-saw
My legs hit the ground, a concrete floor, with conviction and anger
Anger towards the world
Anger towards her
I must keep going
Blocking out any external sound, thought, image
Then there's nothing
And I can't carry on
Just as I got into a rhythm
I'm forced to stop
As if my freedom has gone
So I start to wonder
I run and run and run
But where do I run to?
Not a physical destination but a spiritual one
One that brings clarity and calm
I run and run and run
But what am I running from?
My fear?
My guilt?
My stress?
My city?
Or maybe the question is who
Who am I running from?
My family?
My teachers?
My peers?
Myself?