The Chase


I can feel my heart beat

To the sound of the ground beneath my feet


I see what could be mine,

A prize above all others.

I push myself to do my best

I must go on,


Or else my dream

It will not come true,

I shall always be Number 2.


Never to be the one to shine

That is why I must rise


There’s one now

I’ll chase them down


I am a blur as I go by

Chasing my prey until I die


I won’t be beat

I’ve worked too hard



Hurt my foot

I must go on

Have to keep running even if I’ve lost


A mile to go, nothing in my way

Might I finally make it today


End of the line for everyone else

I have won and they all fell


Dead in their tracks

when they saw me


Not just catching up

But taking the lead.


Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

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