Mile Run

Took my brain and gave it a shake
Sunset, Vine
Strolling along, along with the traffic
Where do they all come from?
This nameless crowd
One thing I love about city life
Each is a different cereal box
One big market
All get imported and sold on demand
Put in an isle along with similar styles and brands

I miss this mile run,
This kind where I can just run full speed
With no one listening
Just the sound of my feet in my head
With each stride another word...

And here I start to lose it.

I miss home