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Mental Track Meet
I sit back eyes closed,
mind wide open, just hoping
what i've just seen was one big joke....
listen to the masses
trying to outlast these
mind altering elitist classes
in a race i realize i started in last place
Gotta catch up before its too late,
cant get caught up in this mental rape.
But wait, it has already begun,
the social programming and engineering
leaving a system so domineering.
Choices being made
while plans have been laid.
Follow this and follow that,
33 to zero cant be the final stat.
I see the torch but chasing for a different reason,
understand i have to continue my conditioning.
Discovering more more hidden in plain site meanings
so to my beliefs I'm still clinging.
Getting stronger as the days go past,
gaining stamina reviewing events of the past.
a warning to the leaders,
Im catching up fast.
No time to look back, the signs are all around
Realizing the movement is not underground.
An existence no longer behind the scenes,
The eye that sees all things,
breaking down the subconsciously unaware,
HOW DARE I challenge such an athlete,
one that dominated every track meet.
From the Templar to the first 13 stars.
Each event constantly raising the bar.
A marathon is what this has become
yet i continue until my race is won.
Never to succumb to an easy defeat.
So i continue this mental track meet.