I feel so trapped by prison walls of limitation and doubt,
As much of my own as others placed upon me.
I need to pick up the baton and run, run fast, run far!
Run! run! run!
Put these old legs to the test.
What have I trained for?
What have I hoped for?
But one chance?
A kingdom for a horse, then why not a chance?
To see the finish line,
To see the start,
To alone take part!!
Tired of spectating,
Of watching in,
Being passed by...
A glorious clap,
Letting others go by, why?
It's time to start belief in me,
Being me, the real me.
A new born zest for life,
My only application necessary for this quest.
The nerves, the adrenaline, no fear.
No longer the hand rail,
No longer the safety or support.
No journey made without a first step.
You can plan, you can train,
But sometimes you just gotta go out and play...
No more talking, no more dreaming,
No more grand plans made in the changing sand,
Time to stand and fight!
Do or die,
See the light.
Try! try! try!
And try again...
For he who dares, wins.
Better to live and die young,
Than grow old without a fight!
Do we lead? Or born to follow?
Not I, I lead, I go.
I try, I live, I love.
To scream and shout,
What's that all about?
Did the tortoise not beat the hare?
Evil has no fear when good men do nothing.
Time to stand and be counted.
Stand.
Stand still, stand strong,
Always looking forward, never to reverse.
May stumble, may fall but better to get right back up,
Standing taller, rising faster. Star.
Star trekking across my universe,
No rhyme, no reason,
No mythical barrier will prevent this odyssey of mine.
You're the wind beneath these wings, my love, my life,
My "Never to be wife."
I jest, I talk, I swerve, I duck and dive,
Never hitting the double five!
All stops now! For when I wake.
I will be alive!
By: Liam McGarry
(sent to Lisa.c via text in 2008)
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