Tuesday, October 23, 2012

PUSH

One lap

Two laps

Three laps

Four laps

Push until I collapse

Every time I relapse

Burn it

Earn it

Every time I yearn it's

MY pain

MY gain

Master of my own brain

Though rife

with strife

Author of my own life

Five laps

Six laps

Pulling up my bootstraps

Running with no road maps

A prolapse in my synapse

Allowing me to time-lapse

I'll get fast

Get past

the hurdles of the now-past

Push through

Rear view

Always was my go-to

But my past includes you

How much must I go through?

Burn it

Earn it

Every time I yearn it's

MY pain

MY gain

MY strife

MY life

Every time I relapse

PUSH.

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