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s an excuse, I know I know nothing is to be blamed and so I continue running.</p><p id="9016">“The sky is the limit” Those are the words of a dreamer But what are the words of the sane? No one seems to bother Let me tell you, the limit is yourself The limit is me and that’s why I run.</p><p id="9c5a">Deafening, the breeze in my ears Clearing the muddled, Lifting the heavy, Reigniting the embers The next ambush of the shadows still unknown But it’s time for me to stop running.</p><p id="8673">It’s time to hang on and carry on hang on and carry on</p><p id="afce"><i>If you like reading this poem, you might be interested in:</i></p><div id="2e3b" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/a-wish-of-a-wanderer-b645ad82ed2e"> <div> <div> <h2>A Wish of a Wanderer</h2> <div><h3>In the quiet nig

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Running

A poem on defeating resistance.

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I wake up again today The shadows of yesterday still lurking Muddled, the state of my mind Heavy, the limbs I’m carrying Heart full of dying embers and so I run.

Maybe today is not meant to be It is an excuse, I know But maybe the universe wants me to stop It is an excuse, I know I know nothing is to be blamed and so I continue running.

“The sky is the limit” Those are the words of a dreamer But what are the words of the sane? No one seems to bother Let me tell you, the limit is yourself The limit is me and that’s why I run.

Deafening, the breeze in my ears Clearing the muddled, Lifting the heavy, Reigniting the embers The next ambush of the shadows still unknown But it’s time for me to stop running.

It’s time to hang on and carry on hang on and carry on

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