it's a drill, over and over again,
repeated til it is ingrained in my mind,
etched in stone, never to be forgotten.

run run run, on the balls of my feet,
"faster faster faster" says the voice
playing like a broken record in my head.

i can barely feel the rebound off the mat anymore,
it seems like i just sink right down into the ground,
it's like quicksand and i can't seem to find my way out.

i keep on running until i reach the end of the mat,
i hurdle as far as i can, reach my hands for the sky,
aim for the goal 100 feet away, and wait.

my feet lift off the ground and i'm flying,
my surroundings blur as i feel my hands tap the mat,
i escape this reality and enter the next, head first.

there is no gravity, no force pulling me down,
no strings attached holding me back,
i finally feel free from this world.

and then my feet finally hit the ground,
with my chin and eyes staring at my hands,
high in the air, looking back towards the sky.

i keep running forward, circle around,
repeat the drill, over and over again,
for that one-second thrill of freedom.

05/13/2005

Posted on 05/14/2005
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