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Marathon
K. Eltinae |
You're standing next to me,
Stretching muscles like bubble gum,
And I am watching you 'ause I've got none,
Everyone predicts you're the winner I know,
But I tell myself I should still give it a go,
Cause we all react differently,
To the sound of a gun,
We all run away from that setting sun,
We all want to resist against time,
Like a statue refusing to fall,
Ignorant that life offers nothing at all.
So we began you and I, you are ahead,
And I watch my father bury his face in his hands,
Like he is watching something happen that he can't quite understand,
"I'm not here to compete or for your applause" I scream,
No one seems to be paying attention to me it seems,
I'm waiting to see where his feet will carry him,
I'm trying to follow the point he is aiming for,
And suddenly he has collapsed gasping on the floor,
Within minutes time he is gone,
Competing in a different race, we can never watch or applaud
He has joined the team of God.
And I am standing there, watching tears fall like sweat,
And I'm damning the people who made up this bet.
Why are we measured?
Shoulder to shoulder,
Fitted and knitted for a one size for all
Why can't we walk bare?
And understand things as being rare,
Instead of different and strange,
Another inch is added to the range,
The labels won't ever stop;
This sorting has taken over our lives,
I can't say why I won,
I don't know what I've done,
What kind of statement I was making,
Or what this has to say about fate,
All I am asking you to do is appreciate.
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