Movement is my Medicine
Liberation is the goal
Put on my headphones and my running boots
Because you never know when you may have to run
And I’m always wearing boots
I can feel it building up
Tightness in my muscles and my frontal lobe
Feels as though it wants to explode
And you never know when it will blow
And so I take to the street
Take to the trails
Take to the footfalls that take me far from home
Then try to find my way back
I can feel the pavement and the path
Work their healing ways
As I dance out all the little sins
I have eaten through the day