May 2, 2008
By Anjeli Song, Jericho, NY

I hear the gun
I start my race
I know what I want
I know where I’m going

My feet slap on the track
In time with my heart
The pounding in my head
Muffling the crowd

I feel almost weightless
As I push harder and harder
Along the clearly defined path
Straight ahead

There’s nothing confusing
No twists and turns
No tricks to mislead
I know what I’m doing

Just keep moving forward
Never slow down
No one can stop me
On the track, it’s simpler

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