My Race

I started out the race strong,
but the race is long and tough.
And now I'm striving hard to make it.
I'm trying the best I can,
but I fall behind those better than me.
The number of those ahead of me now are numerous.
I can no longer see the horizon.
But still, I try, I run, I fight in the race.
I want to give up so many times,
but if I give up who will run in my place?
No one can, I have to run my race.
No matter how tough it gets.
And it gets tougher and tougher every day.
I know I'll never win in this race.
I don't know why I still run.
I might just stop and take a rest for now,
since it doesn't matter if people get ahead of me,
for I can never win the race anyways.
So that's what I'll do.
I'll take a rest and pick up again when the road is empty.
Pick up when there is no competition in sight.
I'll only get the worst then, but at least it's something.
I'll win my own race,
and I'll finish... in due time...