Friday, February 27, 2015

Chasing my destiny

                            I don't dash or rush after the wind but the wind after me

                              I shoot before the gun, and reach before others run.

                              I am faster than a starving dog chasing for its bone.

                              I rise before the sun and get back before its down.

                              Why do I run?

                              It's not a mystery.

                              I don't really run to be fit but to flee the weak me.

                             The side of me that evilly whispers

                             "You won't make it"

                              I won't give up because I have a destiny

                              and I am desperate to reach it.

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