Inspiration is all around. Sometimes, though, when it strikes you just have to go with it. Yeah, maybe this can do with a little more tweaking but frankly, I just got sick of looking at it.
The Running Man
Shifting in and out of phase
to the beat of a harsh punk rhythm,
each quick step, a jog by any other name,
generates wave after wave
of pulse racing motion
oscillating against the concrete.
The pistons keep the engine running
on pure adrenaline,
the metabolic fuel
that burns away the lactic acid
scorching my legs.
Ever increasing heart rate
braces against the turbines,
propelling my body down a rocky road