The trajectory of the long time
Pursue
Trying to run the race
Fast and strong
But the burden of weariness and misguideness
Seems to hold close the race is been ran at risk
At some point seems to give up and loosen up
But the clock Alarms my run
Faulty thoughts and loses esteem
Kicks in I must say am running the race in despair
This barricade over
My ambitions of both the collaboration of greatness
Are hurting
Stinging like a bee
Burning like a flame

I run I run
But it seems am on the same pace
I wish I had some fairy grandmother
To make this
Relay really really a walk over
By virtue of not me sweating real bad

The kicker is all this is occurring my mind
But in actual reality
Am winning the race


Peace