The pavement never fit so nice to the bottom of my frees..
Wutang jam'n
Breaths on beat.....
Wasnt a normal run...
Was fuelled by irritation ... but mostly hurt....
As that baggage feel away
So did the flows....
New music of choice....
The beat of pound'n the pavement
The charm of the breeze...
The song of birds....
And the background filled with passing traffic....
Run became a hike.....
Off path jungle .....
Music played through sight.....
Greens in all shades....
With hints of blue and shimmering yellows....
Tranquility greeted me at the top...
Reflected with the ponds glass water.. watched the fast pace of the city below.....
Tranquility was good to me.... she always is....
Today she shared her wisdom with me....
Remember to stop n feel with ur eyes....
Theres always beauty with in....
