| A Race |
One day I entered this race. trying so hard to keep the pace. Running just as fast as I could. Doing everything I knew I should. But somehow I got off track. And couldn't find my way back. Going places that I'd never been. This race, no way was I to win. Everything started spinning around. the finish line nowhere to be found. I kept going in the wrong direction. Losing all hope in the race to perfection. Nothing to do but continue to run. The race soon lost all of its' fun. I keep running until I'm out of breath. Waiting for me at the finish line is my death. |
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