pressing forward, waiting for the starting gun
blood pressure rises, eyes focus on the track
the prize lies somewhere in the foggy future
imagine what you want, it will be there
and yet, the gun does not sound, not today
there are still things that need to be done
is there enough money, can you pay your bills
will there be someone to help you move, settle
will the colors of paint be to your liking
and how about the floors, not carpet you say
and there it is again, everyone poised at the ready
the blocks are cocked under your feet
stirring up the blood, sweat stinging your eyes
you begin to see the cloud dissipating in front
and yet it is far away, or so it seems
focus! focus! keep your mind centered on it
suddenly, the gun goes off and you kick
out of the blocks, stretching your stride
hoping that everyone allows you to win the race
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