The way you carry yourself

Sitting, standing and walking it is completely apparent. Passion pours from lips and it is so obvious. But it is embodied in your run, chasing round the track off you go. Down lonely lanes you search, seeking something you will never find. No matter how far running takes you it will never truly take you back in time. You want so bad for something you can never have, and the saddest part is part of you knows the truth. I can tell, even though you have never said anything, you have lost.