This track is long,
Feels like it won’t end.
I feel I don’t belong,
It’s like I have to bend.
I don’t fill strong,
Everything feels wrong,
I’ve felt the wind,
And all it could bring.
When I fall or switch lanes?
The judge watches me,
Thus race, my energy it drains
Freedom becomes my plea.
Just too many baggage,
This fear becomes my master,
My will power it will damage.
If I drop them, I’ll be faster!
I feel empty,
Like a song with no verse,
I look at the crowd for safety,
but it seemed obverse.
I know something is missing,
I know I’m supposed to feel complete
My hope is cissing,
Where is my cleat?
I see him,
His strength in my vein,
Though i look dim,
I see the finish lane
Look at the price set for the winner,
I’ll let him build my strength!
Let me forget trying to out run another,
My focus, the finishing lane,
For in this race I hear whispers,
There is no first, no second, no pain
Only winners.
A place for everyone who crosses the finish lane