Each in our own row
We wear our colors with pride
And run in anticipation of the culmination of a lifetime of events
One team coasting with ease as if the breeze was only meant to blow behind their backs
The rest of us lag behind, as if our shoelaces were tied at birth
At the start of it all
But we didn't fall
We have found a way to run with our feet bound together
Closing in on the lead, but each time we come close ...a trip
A stone....a pebble in the shoe
But all race on
Because we are here, we must
Until the dust covers more than just our feet
Or until the ancient sun grows weary of giving us it's heat
