its like a race.
i refuse to stop running.
my side is burnt.
my feet are blistering.
my lungs have given up.
miles ago.

its like a race.
i refuse to stop running.
there is no finish line imaginable.
no trophy i can see.
no crowd to cheer me on.

its like a race.
i refuse to stop running.
until my muscles give out.
and i fall to the ground asleep.
i become the poster child for
masochism everywhere.