That weird running incident 

 

Running has always been a source of pleasure 

Racing the wind, releasing the mind

Feeling the strong muscles move under my control

Until that day when it all stopped:

I was running at the beach, where a military base lies nearby

And to practice they run in groups

With guns slouching at their sides 

Held by an air of urgency, strong 

For a moment, I felt the beach turn into a battlefield 

And I was on the losing side

With nothing but running shoes and lousy speakers with which to fight

I was scared and I wanted to scream or maybe cry

But then I saw the young faces of clueless kids running with their guns at their sides 

And I felt sorry and braver than before. 

Yes you have a gun, kid but you’ve lost the war. 

I kept running with a [delusional] air of triumph

Till I got home.