You’re running,

All slow-motioned movie-like

Around the red-clay-plastic

High school track

Of this life.

Believe.

That if you keep on running,

And you shoes keep on scuffing,

That something’ll come of it.

And they’ll see that you CAN.

Hope.

That if this crazy mission works,

That you can…

Change something.

Prove.

That you are able to make it through,

Around the bend,

And another 2/3 of a mile…

Just another 2/3’s…

Drink.

Drink your support out of

Kiwi-lime-grape

Gatorade bottles,

To keep you running.

Running strong.

Finish.

With this crazy track,

And your loved will be there,

At the end, in slick yellow

Raincoats, waiting for you.

They’ve always been waiting,

Since they always had faith

That you’d get through this race

Which is::

Life.

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Had to explain the metaphor at the end. Just in case. Needed to pump out something.

-L