Bang! The gun is shot,
Body flung forward,
Too late for stray thoughts.
There’s no turning back.
Is it worth it?
You must stay on track.
No lame shortcuts.
No unanticipated regrets.
No win without guts.
Is it just about the start?
Only the wisest man who lived,
Finished short with a betraying heart.
Will you be like Solomon?
You have it all together,
until doubt takes dominance?
For all runners run,
But one receives the prize,
The finish truly won.
“ I cannot do it.”
“I’m not good enough.”
“Who cares about my split?!”
Pump. Kick. Fight.
You must believe.
Love jumps every height.
For loving is not fearing
For there is no fear in love.
Facing every single hurdle ahead,
Chasing no matter how far behind.
My love for team not so easily dead,
My trust is in Coach, the Mastermind.
Pain raids. Legs tighten. Spirit fades.
Is it still worth it?
Oh the fun after track,
filling ourselves with endless crap.
No goal. No fight. No prize.
Will we start but not finish?
Will we fall but not rise?
Let not the prize diminish.
but extend beyond the skies.
Let the races propel you forward
See the finish just around the corner.
And when you cross the line with nothing left,
Oh, It will be more than worth it.
Body flung forward,
Too late for stray thoughts.
There’s no turning back.
Is it worth it?
You must stay on track.
No lame shortcuts.
No unanticipated regrets.
No win without guts.
Is it just about the start?
Only the wisest man who lived,
Finished short with a betraying heart.
Will you be like Solomon?
You have it all together,
until doubt takes dominance?
For all runners run,
But one receives the prize,
The finish truly won.
“ I cannot do it.”
“I’m not good enough.”
“Who cares about my split?!”
Pump. Kick. Fight.
You must believe.
Love jumps every height.
For loving is not fearing
For there is no fear in love.
Facing every single hurdle ahead,
Chasing no matter how far behind.
My love for team not so easily dead,
My trust is in Coach, the Mastermind.
Pain raids. Legs tighten. Spirit fades.
Is it still worth it?
Oh the fun after track,
filling ourselves with endless crap.
No goal. No fight. No prize.
Will we start but not finish?
Will we fall but not rise?
Let not the prize diminish.
but extend beyond the skies.
Let the races propel you forward
See the finish just around the corner.
And when you cross the line with nothing left,
Oh, It will be more than worth it.