A song plays in my head while I run,
Up before the sun,
Stuck on a loop from the soup of my mind.
On a morning like this,
With the mist,
In the fog,
It has the perfect cadence and time.
But strange thoughts make me laugh,
And the miles pass,
While the lyrics and the scene create chaos.
Zombies sing Zeppelin,
as they lurch in the park,
All alone in the dark,
I can't help if my imagination is boss.
1-25-19
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