Thoughts on daily jogging

drifting and wandering
through unknown streets
steel and concrete forest
where muddy pools
reflect gray skies
and lonesome clouds,
there is no one
but me, amid the
common species of human,
who look upon me
with faraway eyes
and disbelief;
so i run from them
and find myself
waiting at the edge,
the horizon of my
everchanging vista
in the power of my Id.

1999