Daniel Schubert

In a quiet lane, where shadows wane,
Thoughts drift softly through my brain,
Waves of wisdom, tides of pain,
In a dance that teeters on the insane.

A memory flashes, bright yet plain,
Echoes of music, Curt Cobain,
A soul on fire, free of chain,
Yet caught within a fragile frame.

Among the thoughts, a sweet refrain,
Of passionfruit, sun-kissed by rain,
Its taste, a burst, hard to contain,
A fleeting joy amidst the sane.

The whispers of the night remain,
In the depths of this winding lane,
Where echoes of the heart's refrain,
Keep the mind from going insane.

Timeline

Daniel Schubert went running

July 20, 2025 at 17:41

Dance Through the Inferno

In the forest dark, where shadows reign,
I run, a dancer bound by chains.
The trees, like twisted sentinels, stand tall,
Their branches claws, that grasp and maul.

Each step I take, the ground ignites,
A fiery path through haunted nights.
The leaves beneath my feet, like embers glow,
As…

Time

2h10m

Distance

21.7km

Pace

5:55/km

Ascent

70m

Descent

70m

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