Catchup & Muster

the bitter sweet taste of failure
only wets my pallet
took a brief moment
to lap my wounds
and next thing you know
....i'm stagnant

what happened

did i lose my ambition
somewhere in the shuffle
as i prayed
and did nothing but wait
or
was it when i realized
greatness is the reward
of those who hustle
at least
for survival's sake

either way

my muscles ache
as i limp in last place
with nothing
...not even a cheering section
its like i'm running
just because
and with every step
i take a loss
i'm hell bound
at a pace
too fast for heaven

i'm so honest with God now
that I dare to pray
out loud
from a spirit frustrated and tense
the pressure
attacking me at the shoulders
is harder and harder
to keep in
i try to get it off my
chest
but
my soul is
silent
all i can say is..... amen

the end is coming
so i better start
running
a sprained ankle
isn't a broken leg
can't just keep standing still
supporting other people's thrills
while mine only live
in my head
i ain't dead
yet

so this is where passion meets action
and rubber meets pavement
catch up
is the name of this street
i'll search the depths of my soul
and muster the strength
to finish the race given me

and when I break
that finish line tape
don't give me a reward on stage
just look over my life
my wrongs and my rights
and tell me
what kind of road
i paved