It's the disease
It won't let you do
What you want to do
You were punished for not doing it
You thought you could get away with it
But you couldn't
You continue the race
Get stuck somewhere
Nowhere to go
Nothing to do
You start running back
But you don't want to
It won't let you go forward
It won't let you go back
You want the cure
Don't run back
Take a break
Rest for a while
Trash the illusion
Then proceed
Increase the pace
Win the race
Remember what you want to do
Reach where you want to go
Don't succumb to the disease
Make this the habit
The winning habit
Take my word for it
Victory is yours
Why lose?
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