Race

I want to run this race.

The perpetual feeling

I want to run this race

The perpetual feeling of the wind hitting my face

I want to feel this torture again

The perpetual feeling that this may be my last chance

I want to run this race then it becomes foggy

The water gargling, smoke floating

The perpetual feeling of the rain hitting my face

I want to feel this torture again

The perpetual feeling that this will be my last day

I want to run this race

This perpetual feeling

I want to run this race up the mountain

The perpetual feeling of the snow hitting my face

I want this torture again

The perpetual feeling that this will be the end

I want to run this race

This perpetual feeling

I want to run this race down the cliff

I want to feel torture again

Tomorrow I face the perpetual race, cliff, and train tracks.

Tomorrow I will face the race.

Tomorrow I hope God gives me grace