Random Thoughts
The treadmill puts the darkness back in the jar
In the shadows where the darkness lies,
A demon waits with gleaming eyes.
Bound within a jar so tight,
By the deeds done in the light.
A man of virtue, strong and pure,
Fights the battle, seeks the cure.
With every step, with every mile,
The challenge tames the beast a while.
Sweat and strain, he runs the race,
Pushing hard to find his place.
Lifting burdens, feeling free,
From the shadow’s grasp, he’ll flee.
But fleeting are the moments bright,
When demons yield to sheer might.
Though the jar is sealed anew,
Darkness finds its way back through.
For exercise and strength can bind,
The inner beast within the mind.
Yet always lurking, never far,
The darkness waits outside the jar.
Each dawn he wakes with weary soul,
To find the jar no longer whole.
He knows the battle must resume,
To chase away the lurking gloom.
In endless cycles, he persists,
Fighting shadows in the mists.
For in his heart, he knows the way,
To keep the inner beast at bay.
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