I see myself at the start of the race,
Alone: no crowd, no cheers; no sun, just rain;
I see a dream, in the drops, on my face,
It calls me home, past the clouds, past the pain.
Hey! Is it worth?
Didn’t I fall
last time I followed
my heart’s voice?
I leave the doubt, expect the best, and smile,
I may have slipped, fell hard and hurt myself,
but I, am strong; I see the dream to soar,
I see myself at the start of the race.
(’12, Oct 01)