Fly Fast
Often at night I run
but not only for fun.
If I can become strong and fast
if I can learn how to last,
maybe my shortcomings won't catch me
maybe I won't have to flee;
I can outpace any deadline
and build a life that is mine
I am the pilot of my flight
no obstacles I cannot fight.
To become a biomedical engineer
I will learn how to steer.
One mile, two, even three
as I fly through campus happy and free
vanquishing doubts through panting breath
Pounding closer to combat death
I know this is where I need to be
I'll find a cure you'll see
Now to hurry to class
for I am glad life gives no free pass.
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