Marathon man

by craig   Jan 13, 2010


How many times can legs falter
at the last hurdle I'm sitting there
with my legs bare and all i can do is wonder
what must they be thinking.

i made it so close and yet so far,
i tried to raise the bar but still i lay and
with my hands gripped i try to prize my legs apart.

The victory lap has been completed
the winner knows the routine
i sit with my eyes glazed, hoping for some dopamine.

I'm due back in work on Monday and now its Tuesday
iv failed once I'm a failure once again
how can i fit in with this vulgar skin.

I'm the marathon man, who alway falls too soon
train for years and get tripped by the moon
il cross the line one day and let it be done with my soulful croon.

yeah I'm a singer and I'm one of those that just cant stand too sing.
I'm a hum dinger and theres no one lingering as i enter the room.

I'm the marathon man, and il keep a running till my days have been counted.
after all these years a substantial gold medal attempt shoulda been mounted.
But i tripped and fell, oh don't some one smell a rat thats been discounted.

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