Below the bluewhite skies
where long shadow lies
In the night, thinking nothing
a man runs, afraid of something
His feet they carry him far
under the distant Polar Star
His eyes shine as if they caught
something they have so long sought
The line, it beckons in full moon's light
for once, he will be victorious tonight
No wife to come to the door
just some soup from the corner store
And rye bread to salt this meal
anything more would be to steal
To weaken the wolf and its hunger
he will not grow any younger
His iron legs they will be weaker
how then to escape the reaper
Slowly enveloping, choking fear
life's madness, it's rip and tear
As long as it lasts, as long as he runs
he finds no true rest, one of life's puns
Played on us for whatever it's worth
ingested, infected ever since birth
Probably raised in that certain way
too many did that back in the day
Too many, it's not really a stunner
just the loneliness of the long distance runner.
