When I go fast I feel like I see more

I feel alive, even with all my sores

I focus on the sights, so I don’t lose my mind

My speed is my friend

but in the end, it will always be my enemy

Going fast helps me sleep longer, but I wake up with aches and pains

Flying helps me enjoy it more, when I do miles

I sure do smile

In the end though speed will always be the last part of the hike

The sights, the people, the things I learn about myself will be the part of the reason

why I hike so much

 

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