Second windCame out of nowhere like it lived in meThe tank said empty but the tank was lying to meSecond windNow I am weightless where I used to dragRunning on the thing they cannot put in a bagFunny how the body finds a floor below the floorA door inside the wall, a little more, a little moreI stopped asking can I, started saying watchThe lungs caught up, the fear lost the plotSomething opened up that I did not know I hadA second engine humming under everything that is badSecond windCame out of nowhere like it lived in meThe tank said empty but the tank was lying to meSecond windNot the legs, not the lungs, something underneathThe reason you keep going is the thing you cannot teachIt does not come at mile one when the running still is funIt comes when you have nothing, that is when it is begunThe body was not lying when it said it had no moreIt just did not know about the door behind the doorThis is why we do the hard, this is why we runFor the moment empty turns to flying in the sunYou cannot buy the second wind, you cannot fake the climbYou only ever find it on the far side of the grindSecond windCame out of nowhere like it lived in meThe tank said empty but the tank was lying to meSecond wind
