The Race
By
Bruce Clifford
I feel like I'm in a race
I can't find my winning pace
I feel like I'm on the ground
I can't make a simple sound
I feel like I'm shouting out
I can't reach the nearest cloud
I feel like I'm in the jam
I can't foresee a simple plan
But I'm always crying over you
Always thinking of you
Always dreaming of you
I feel like I'm still walking in glue
I can't escape this blind attitude
I feel like all hope is gone
I can't seem to right this wrong
Right this wrong
Hope for a better day
But I'm always crying over you
Always worrying about you
Always wanting the best for you
I feel like I'm in outer space
I can't find my inner place
I feel like I'm beyond the truth
I can't keep walking in this glue
©9/3/12 Bruce Clifford
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