Updated: Apr 23
Awake in the morning, the race has begun,
thoughts streaming through like the rays of the sun.
In different directions the memories are heading,
but most of the runners, I'm best off forgetting.
They turn up each morning like dew on the grass,
and controlled me so long, many questions I've asked.
Like why do you come here? there's no place for you,
you cant run my race as its mine to get through.
Holding me back like your scared I'll succeed,
tendering each morning, the sown bitter seeds.
But I am the umpire and you a contestant
I'll fire the gun and leave you more detesting.
That I finally overcame your powerful hold,
as my soul is my own unlike yours which was sold.