The Beginning
Strong, powerful, untamed; it burns
The torch within growls
The thirst within grows
And you push and pull
And it feels beautiful
Its a dance with destiny
A continuous moment of ascendancy
It's neither science, nor sorcery
But there is no doubt of the chemistry
Between your heart and the mark
The Struggle
The race is never ever for the swift
And its starting to feel just a little less sweet
There's no more rhythm in your feet
And keeping to the mark is no longer an easy feat
Your hands can barely stay up any more
Its no longer a battle, its a war
And life is starting to look like a routine blur
Its hand holding season for the Aarons and the Hurs
Even then, you're not sure you can take anymore
The sands of time run quicker, and you sink a little deeper
Fizzle
Fulfillment feels like a fable,
And fear turns forever into a faff
Feelings of failure become a fad, and
Faking it with faith never feeds a fair fate
Finally, the fire fizzles.
