No one believes in me
Not my parents
Nor my friends
Not even myself
I try not to let that get to me
But it's kind of hard
When I practice each day
And compete at night
Each day comes with a new night
But it's the same twinkling stars, the same moon that shines
I'm just a floating rock
Lost in deep deep space
Although once every twenty-eight days
There is a new moon
A new me
People still don't believe in me
But it's that twenty-eighth day
I run onto that track
With a new confidence
I still don't believe in me
But somehow, somewhere inside that floating rock
Something moves
As I sprint across that track
A rock hurtles towards Earth
Blowing right past by that new moon
I don't even give it a glance
People turn
People look
There they are pointing
At a different type of shining light
Across the finish line I go
There is no cheer
There is no sound
But there is awe
At a new shining rock
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