I like you a lot more than I should
More than I ever thought I could
I’m struggling
To go at your speed
You’re so far in front
Yet, want me to lead
Think I want long distance
You seem to want a sprint
The threat of my persistence
Metal against the flint
Keep my thoughts to myself
As you do yours
Pure as a glacier
Only more beautiful as it thaws
Scared to turn around
To walk slow and not run
Don’t know what I’ve found
This race has begun
Mark Scotchford © 11/09/2010
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