You'll Find Me At The Starting Line

More than ever I allow my head to hang low

But wary eyes witness all...

As I accept each blow

Somehow I do not fall...

 

Complaints are accepted by no one

So let's pretend this is perfection...

Everything that's been said has been done

In turn, we carry no direction...

 

The stronger I assume I have become

The weaker I am to those surrounding me...

Eventually I find myself forced to succumb

For, to so many I am nothing but their debris...

 

This day and age has a great tendency to underestimate

So I have allowed the bullshit for a time...

These weary eyes have found reason to debate

As the irritation graciously itches to climb...

 

So if you'll all kindly turn around for a moment

You will see that you have been running

 

As for myself,

 

.You'll Find Me At The Starting Line.

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That a great poem!!!