oh, stop bending over.
You've caught enough breaths.
Chins up, look around.
The image, getting farther and unattainable, it's quickly fading.
You strained your eyes to catch a glimpse of the disappearing figure.
Disheartened, you pushed yourself forward a little. And then, you bent over.
'I'm tired.I don't know if I can do this anymore'.
But I argued that that's hardly it.
Truth is, the image killed you.
The figure that distanced from you by the seconds did.
The lack of strength is nothing but an excuse.
'You've looked to the sides too much, when the race is really, just right in front of you.'
You've competed with yourself, this mind game you've been playing.
Conjuring up unneccessary comparisons.
That shadow shrinking breaking your self-defense.
oh, all you have to do is to set your eyes straight with unrestraining determination and fight and run.
'Cause the position doesn't matter, only reaching the finishing line does.
I wrote my heart down.
1:30 AM