You’re the cold dew on the grass that soaks my shoes as I run by,
The nervous chattering of squirrels clinging to limbs after failed flight,
The clanking of weights not racked right,
A long sigh heard over turned up headphones,
A shaky, jittery, nervousness that I feel deep in my bones,
Those long days listening to my obligations tick by,
You’re a release of excitement when it’s finally that regularly scheduled time,
Another chance to overcome disappointment if I cannot find my voice,
A combination of delusions that you want to make that choice,
A sidelong glance as sweat drips down my eye,
You’re the motivation to keep going, you’re my inner drive.
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