They seem to float while you standing still
They're at peace yet chaos brews within
You wonder why you many miles behind
It is a feeling that weighs you down
To watch as time take flight at such a pace
Yet for you so much is still at stake
You're on a race against the world
Along runners with tricks to track
They seem to fly above all counted steps
You must run though heavy are your feet
It matters not how long miles it takes
Yours is to run until you reach the end
Run a race to defeat yourself
Against all odds, be it doubt, be it fears
You got to run beyond the winning line
Run the race at your own pace
Dare not give in to any form of defeat
Don't stop until you gain your victory
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