Spiderweb of stress
(Dewdrops made of sore)
Networking wicked through my bones
Crawling sluggish through me
Seasonal and harsh
Going over the thrill
Trundling home by late and ragged bus
Tasting records to be made
And in the making
By ankle pain
I may never be the one
To break any school records at all
But I have my own, all my own
A chest full of beats to snap 'em by
And lots of hair ties in my purse
Steel trap of lethargy
Closing in
As the fight dies away
Falls in crumbling waves
With my ponytail
I'll always remember
Running
Jumping
Living
Track.
