Why do I run?
The mile long track,
Seemingly smooth
And yet
Filled with hurdles
At every block
Why do I run?
For that ten second race,
I train
For years, for days,
Not counting the hours
That I spend
Pulling muscles till they are sore,
Breaking bones till they heal no more,
And yet I run.
That sweat, that blood
Those tears, those fears
That I chose to overcome
Just so that I may run
Is that a mere illusion?
There's no medal at the end
No one to hold me if I fall
Must I run?
Or should I just stop in my tracks?
Mid way, give up,
And choose not to run at all.
