I've seen them in their outfits
pumping iron and riding bikes,
running like scared rabbits
and going on wild hikes,

I've seen their glistening bodies
muscles that tweak in the sun,
beads of perspiration rolling down
fine bodies that have won,

also, I've seen them smiling
as if there was something they knew
something that's foreign to me
but I wish I knew it to,

so I go to the gym most willingly
and I sit and ponder and think,
"do I really want to exert myself,
what if I work up a stink"

and then something happens,
I rise above my reality,
I tell myself I'm crazy,
and I can get to what I see,

so wild eyed and filled with emotion
I move like a hag out to pasture,
and some where in my demented brain
I'm hoping my body I'll master.

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Written by: Cara Marie Filipeli