why do we run after something that impossible to catch
we know we will never win the end prize
yet we still run, pushing ourselves to be faster, stronger, better
I’ve realized that we don’t just push ourselves to get the wining prize
but just to see how far we get without stopping
and to see the dedication you put forth
and if you try your best, and fail
you won’t go away a loser
but a winner
with a new state of mind
and that is better than any prize that could ever be handed down
nothing is impossible
there’s always an alternative
and a second path
you always have a choice
no matter what
so do the right thing
and do everything you want to do
because if you don’t
you will be in for a world of grief
we want no regrets
so keep pushing forward.
Now that is the kind of poetic force I love to read. Thank you for this Taylor, I will certainly carry on pushing forward, one step at a time. Smiling at you, Tai, always was pushy in being forward.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
thank you :) and your welcome