I was manufactured out of mechanics and precision, my purpose was to carry my wearer on the road with comfort and style. During the time when I was shelved away, it was the longest and darkest moment of my life, I can still remember the smell of the shoe box, and how I hated it. I prayed and hoped, finally my wearer came to my rescue, because of my small size, I could only serve the fairer sex, well its better than locked away and never see the world.

As soon as my wearer put me on, I felt so alive, alas I was able to prove my worth and show what I am capable of. The running track was not in the best of condition but I give it a hot and steamy kiss anyway, every track loves the taste of new shoes.

I did not know how long the time passed, but somehow the shine on me had gone, I knew something big is gonna happened after all these non stop training, and true enough, I was woke up by my wearer one day before day break, and was force to drag myself into a huge messy crowd, I saw so many different shoes gather together, it must be the big event I heard of. AlI of a sudden, I was all perked up, pacing up and down restlessly, enjoying every moment of it.

I suffered much injuries from the run, I cannot face myself, unlike my wearer, I could never recover back to a better state, like all man made things, one day I will burn out and deteriorate and finally be banished from this world.

Not long after, my wearer brought me to a foreign place somewhere across the ocean, I could only gasped at the vastness of the blue waters, but I could never go near it, for it will never welcome any of my kind. But the new place is refreshing enough, the ground taste sweeter as well, here I met someone of a different made, he was older and wiser, we started training together, sleep together, huddled close when the weather gets chilly, and were inseparable.

Another race was on the way, but this time I am not alone. I looked even more rugged, but I am somewhat glad I came a long way, I was thinking "even if this meant the end, there is no regrets". The terrian is more treacherous than anything I ever came across, Already disfigured by the first run, I was further cut a few times by small sharp stones, but it was still bearable.

And now lying in the pile of junk, I await for my fate, my good companion was beside me whistling out a sad tune, he said not to grieve, even though we will be tear apart, we will still be contributing to the birth of a better new generation, and who knows, bits of me and parts of him might even end up together, that does not sound too bad afterall.