You run a marathon as if it were a sprint,
Till you find your pace in each terrain.
You push your limits on another's scale,
Till you make it a race with your past.
You defend against chance opponents,
Till you realise this ain't your game.
You rest with just a deeper breath,
Till you glance beyond the finish line.
You dismiss the ache of dormant ability,
Till reason finally catches up with you.
You know all along what you want to do,
You're just too scared to say it aloud.
And that you've noticed life's hard knocks,
Only tells me you may be on the wrong path.
No More Shrines
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I kept small gods in quiet rooms With lamps I never let die I fed them
songs and sleepless hours And called their hunger mine I bowed before the
borrow...
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