This Too Shall Pass


This too shall pass


Sick of this rain
The novelty's gone
Gloves are soaked through
Stomach in knots
Food needs eating
But can't bear the thought
I swear the mud is getting muddier
The miles are getting longer
Even though that's physically impossible
And to cap it all, it's getting dark
It's always either getting dark or dark
My head is dark
Fuck this shit

This too shall pass



Sun's up
That pasty went down a treat
I'm full of running
Legs somehow fresh
Despite the miles
This place is amazing
This race is amazing
I know it's just a field
But right now, it's the best field I've ever been in
Life is good
I get to do this all day
And tomorrow too
It's worth every penny
Every gram of bulging kit
That medal isn't yet in touching distance
But I can see myself wearing it

This too shall pass



Lows too low
Highs too high
A surefire way to tire
Easy on the bass
Tone down the treble
Just keep on the level
Where it's clearest 
Where it feels best
It grows a deep-seated contentment
That never passes
And hangs around forever

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