WRITTEN April 13, 2013

It’s like running a race you know you can’t win
yet by some miracle you get by without dying
but nobody congratulations you because nobody
expects you do die running a race

And everyone else runs the same race
but they run different, slower, faster than you, maybe
But it’s the same race and they use this as a basis for
Everyone else

It’s unfair
And you feel like the race is fixed and you know
you can’t win but you run every day without dying
But they tell you it only gets harder, and you’ll keep running
And if they can run without dying, then so can you

And you go by running without dying
and nobody congratulates you
Because nobody knows how hard it is to breath sometimes