some one who stopped his racing Ferrari to knock on my window and check on me ...
caused the tears to flow out, and for some reason they never stopped..
were they tears of joy ?
because I longed for such feeling to be felt this way ..
were they tears of pain ?
because my road been full of ups and downs huge obstacles and traps ...
because my ride been in such wreck that such weak confession weighted ton of a brick ..
were they tears of depression ?
tears of me being not just fed up but also upset ..
because even this one racer couldn't tell how much sour it was ..
because even this one racer thought I'm after the prize ..
no one knew that I'm just trying to survive till the end ...
nobody noticed that I only ought to pretend ..
nobody noticed that this racer needed a rest .. but no longer conflicts is needed to comprehend .. no time to look at the past or the present ... my eyes are fixed on the end ... my eyes are located on that wide comfy happy place and nothing else ...
the tiring life, hard road and resting requesting mode shall be contempt .
I'll climb that high ... I'll walk that far ...
I shall only ascend and never to descend ...
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