Endorphins my friends dost thou leave me?
Or is it I who betrayeth thee?
Joy is thy ally
and with thee doth stay,
but with me is gluminess
when activity I do delay.
Thou art not apparent in my idle rest.
Dost thou await me at the mountains crest?
In my morning slumber do I miss
thine sweet sensation,
magnified,
by the cool winds kiss.
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