There's a second chance when the days grow long, and the yellow heat bathes your cells
And you almost forgot you were meant to be part of the world
Everything you meant to do, or be, comes back again
Because when it was cold
When it was dark and you hurt - for a moment it felt like there would be no heat again
And your skin would never feel moist with life and speed and running to get where you probably don't need to be
But still - you are running - and you do want to get somewhere, and you are grateful
Because even if it doesn't matter
You know you may never feel this way again.
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