Task: Poem Generation
Input (English): A Runner's High
Output (English): walk to the start line a familiar feeling overwhelms me but in the end ia'll be fine because run set me free the gun blast into the air and off i go to experience pain almost to much to bare while my body scream a no no a my heart begin to race and my muscle tense a i endure a torturing pace which you insist a make no sense a ia'm almost do and the finish be in sight you ask me a how be this be fun a but run be my savior my light my body be weak and my mind be in a daze but i have find what i seek in many way