My love is for the race
Though I run to win
This time it's not the case
I want the race to end
The finish line's in sight
I'm rounding corner four
My love's become my plight
My legs are getting sore
I used to dread that tape
Although with it came glory
Now I must end this race
Write the ending to this story
I never dreamed of the finish line
Not even concerned with the start
I'll no longer pursue this dream of mine
For the dream has no place in my heart
4 comments:
That's kinda sad. Are you expressing how you feel about the summer and your anxiety?
dag...its like you wanted something so bad only to realize you didn't want it at all...hum...how about i know that feeling right about NOW
wow! sounds like you stole a little piece of me when you wrote this.
while i'm not opposed to love and/or being in love; i just know it's not a race i'm willing to participate in right now.
i'll sit on the sidelines and watch others; it's safer that way.
Awww. Don't give up! Nice piece.
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