The Race
I'm climbing up this hill
thats getting steeper by the minute
thinking about this race thats life
and how I want to win
All the struggle and pain
I endure and maintain
To ensure that I gain
the courage to remain
This marathon is long
So I have to be strong
so I can stick with it for real
to get my part of the deal
I'm so tired and hurt
but I have to make it work
I have to push myself forward
all distraction ignored
This is life or death
I must pass this quest
or fail the test
and miss all the rest
Of the crap you get for winning
the respect and recognition
for not thinking about quitting
but being willing
to buckle down, shut up,
hold on tight, close your eyes,
keep your head to the sky
and roll with it.
and if you did just right
you might be surprised
but you won it.
2-23-2004
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