by Chris Solter

Created on: August 01, 2009   Last Updated: August 02, 2009

It was on a whim,
A whim that I will
Never have again,
It was meant to be a short run,
But it turned into something more,
I thought it was something greater
But it turned out to be only longer,

I wish I had foreseen,
The way I am right now,
If I had I would never had gone,
I would have turned back sooner,
The agony I would never have,
If only I had realized
How I would be right now,

But as it is I didn't and so I went,
To follow this idea of mine,
But as I ran it still sounded good
This wonderful idea of mine,
It didn't dawn on me until way too late
With only a few more miles to go,

That this idea of mine,
That a few miles before
I thought so glorious,
Now was the worst in the world,
I felt it in every step and stride I took,
The tightness in these legs of mine,
The shortness of my stride,

I was so close to home
With only a mile to go,
It was just around here
That I realized
How horrible this glorious idea could be,
I could hardly go on,
Every step was a pain,
I nearly collapsed on my front door,

So much for this good and glorious idea.

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