The Chase

At times I wonder if I should pursue
Or give up the chasing, go home and cry
Am I worth or is an overhaul due?
At my current state, should I even try?
I’ve lost my power, I run for cover
I need a fortitude of confidence
I’m outweighed, outswayed, beat by the better
Knocked out cold; sullen is my appearance
There could be a shortcut; a detour
But I’m not familiar with the roads here
I could not find a friend at this hour
They’re competitors now; that is my fear
I’m pressured to reach the finishing line
But I fear that this racetrack is not mine

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