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Marathon Man

Sometimes I forget what it�s like to be happy-
like I�m slowly losing this race.
I constantly feel like I�m not good enough
and I need to pick up the pace.

But the thing is, I�m not good at running
and I don�t think I ever have been.
I seem to trip and stumble
and sometimes I scratch my skin.

The wounds heal over time
but my heart will feel the pain.
While the other runners seem to stay dry,
I�m walking in the rain.

Maybe I�m wearing the wrong shoes-
I should get out of this pair.
I wonder what people would think;
But I don�t think they would care.

And yet, I continue to drag myself-
though these shoes are growing tight.
Lately the thought of getting new shoes
seems to be so right.

So tonight I�ll finally do it.
I�ll finally undo these laces.
Because I forgot what it feels like to be happy
And I�ve lost too many races.