Un-dust your running shoes
And find lungs that can take the strain
Of what we are about to bare wetness to
How far ahead can your vision reach
When stones are thrown, cast as a measure
On scales set, for bench marks eyed
Slow down your horses and their eagerness
All that energy would be needed for endurance
The test, starts at the halfway point
And he who sets off, first in a rush, fast
Is not guaranteed to come first in finishing posts
On a marathon with a stretch so far, holding breath
I will see you at the finishing posts
If you make it to the finishing posts
If you ever get there, words are not good enough
And I would always choose a Kenyan
Over Usain Bolt for the marathon
If history is to serve me right
Kodjo great rhymes man , i agree, its not a race , after all, we used to be fish !
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