Plethora [Of Poetry]

33

1... 2... 3...

Keep it up, no slacking!
Push-ups, leg ups, back-ups, crunches
Over and over and over again
3 of 9 sets completed.

Sweat drips from every part of me
Arms burning as we did another push-up.

4... 5... 6...

My body screams put me down!
My legs scream I can't do it anymore!
But I don't stop, won't stop
Though I may not be the best singer out there

7... 8... 9...

I can fail auditions, I can fail octaves.
But so long I dream
I will not feel left behind
Though I think this way, it still gets to me.

10... 11... 12...

I would give anything
To reach the spotlight
In this world of perfection
I will keep going

13... 14... 15...

Sweat drips from my face

16... 17... 18...

Arms shaking from exhaustion

19... 20... 21...

My body begging for the pain to stop

22... 23... 24...

One last, final effort,

25. Finished.

Hurry up girls, next set. Now!

And still, I choose to continue.