Adrenaline and pain
run through my nervous veins,
I slice through the water with every stroke,
If you tell me I’m winning I’ll know it’s a joke.
I try to grin;
I try to win;
I fail at both.
I swim a faster stroke.
Some people swim
just to get slim,
I swim because I want to win,
and improve, not lose.
Adrenaline and pain
speed like a race car through my nervous veins
I slice through the cold water with my every stroke,
Now that I’m winning there’s no joke.
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ReplyDeletethis is really good! the detail is so clear and you expressed it so well.
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