Beads of sweat breaking
Drops forming waiting -- to fall
Ev'ry step a feat
Ev'ry second a beat -- eats away
Running, running in place
Trying, trying to keep pace
Failing, failing to gain ground
Dying, dying with ev'ry bound
Purose I have, but almost forgot
This run this pace is all I've got
I step, I slip, I -----
Keats
12-20-10
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