Blood combusts and rages through my arteries,
It boils forth,
At once tame and hiding a primordial temper.
It rises to the surface dancing,
Through the veins and down my legs,
It stalks and cycles in a timeless prowl.

One step,
Two step,
Green light,
Green light.

I run unfettered,
The concrete slapping my soles in retaliation,
As I run without restraint,
As I run a fool and sage,
As I run to spite the clock.

As much as I like to run with these long legs,
And decorate my rush with a flourish and twirl,
He gave me these fine legs of mine,
And turns the red lights green,
For tired feet to tread.