It's recess and we're outside, we're lining up behind the line. Don't cheat, don't step the line, wait till it's time to go. There we are, all waiting for someone to yell go. So we can start running towards the finish line. before I knew it, they yelled go. and i ran, oh did I run. Every day, same story, I ran but never made it. Instead i fell. Every time. The blood on my knees was the proof of my trying. The scars that remained that would remind me, till today. I might be slow, and I might fall, but i'll make it. I have the spirit, and I'll keep trying. The turtle made in to the end, so can I. But i'll embrace the beauty when i reach the finish line.












