A running pace

As a runner I

Love a race pronounced

And declared to be

Of certain length and time

For how else could I know

And be certain of steps

Without the structural norm

Of that race in mind

But then again, to what end

Will I go and at when

Once I am suddenly there

At the occuring finishing line?

For such a runner as man

And in the me of preferred know

Perhaps I will just let go

And run out of this mind

Perhaps in distance unknown, I will be free of mine