Wednesday, February 6, 2013


I don't remember the starting line
or when the pistol shot
I was already in the race
before I learned to walk

I don't know how to keep the time
-- the seconds, minutes, hours
Every day a different pace
The miles pile on with power

I cannot see far up the road
but I know - I'm running out of pavement
So while my heart's against the wind
I'll not think once of caving

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