It's Over

We're off

signaled by a man with a gun, 

we move as one

and for a mere second

we look as if we are one

but we separate.

It's only been seconds 

since the beginning

and already I feel the earth 

beneath my feet.

I feel the wind

as it flows through my hair, 

as it flows around me.

I feel the adrenaline

pumping trough my veins

step after step.

I can already feel it,

sweat trickling down my spine,

trying to cool off my body,

that it once was apart of.

panic rest in the back of my mind

waiting for an opportunity

to show its self to the world.

I won't let it

I can't

and I won't.

I have to get my mind off of i.

It's strange

chasing after people

while being chased down yourself, 

what if they catch me?

panic sets in, 

I can't go on

I can't...

In the distance I hear it,

what is this word,

that gives me the power,

the power to not only carry on,

but the power to defeat it,

the panic inside me.

What is this word

and it comes from the mouth of

my mother. 

Where did she come from? 

How long has she been here?

I surly would of saw her,

but it wasn't only her.

People surrounded me,

they scream and yell,

they gave me the power.

One,

two,

three,

there's no one i can't chase down.

I feel it,

the earth beneath my feat,

the wind in my hair,

the adrenaline in my veins.

My heart is about to explode,

I'm getting tunnel vision,

the screams around me fade.

As everything focuses on finishing,

this state if mind is lonely.

It's over.

As soon as it started

it's over.

I can't believe it

it's over.

Its all over...