The Power of Failing Sucessfully
I've got a pair of shoes.
They are new, fresh,
clean.
Here comes the race;
I want to win
nervous
We start to race and my heart beats
beats and beats
my shoes are carrying me along
What is it I'm climbing?
Can't they see this
am I the only one?
alone
Yet I'm not alone
I've got my shoes
worn
Focusing on the finish line
I see a rock in my way
failure
Was I meant to win?
tears and sorrow
Why do I bother getting up
eureka
I'm meant to stand up
say NO to doubt and fear
they may pull me like gravity
I don't listen
My knees are scraped
My shoes are run-down
diligence
Cross the finish line
claimed victory
healed
I've got a pair of shoes.
They are new, fresh,
clean.