Treadmill Blues Poem

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I stepped on the treadmill, with a sigh,
Ready for a workout, to get me high,
But as I started running, I felt the blues,
A mundane routine, with no exciting cues.
The belt kept moving, beneath my feet,
The monotony, hard to defeat,
Stuck in one place, going nowhere fast,
The treadmill blues, a feeling that would last.
The digital display, counting the miles,
But my mind wandered, seeking smiles,
The same old scenery, never changing,
The treadmill blues, were truly challenging.
I tried to vary the speed and incline,
To break the monotony, to redefine,
But still, the treadmill hummed its tune,
The treadmill blues, a dreary dune.
I longed for fresh air, and open space,
To run outdoors, in a natural place,
With changing scenery, and freedom's breeze,
To cure the treadmill blues, with nature's keys.
But for now, I'll keep on running, and push through,
With music playing, to lift my mood,
Hoping for the day, when I'll break free,
From the treadmill blues, and run wild and free.