With every step, the world unfolds,
A tapestry of time and space,
The rhythm of my heart, it holds,
The silent whispers of the race.

The path ahead, both rough and clear,
Challenges my will and might,
Yet through the sweat and fleeting fear,
I find my solace in the night.

The ground beneath, a faithful friend,
As miles and moments intertwine,
The journey’s start, it has no end,
In every stride, a truth divine.

So on I run, through dusk and dawn,
Embracing both the joy and pain,
For in this dance, my spirit’s drawn,
To seek, to strive, to rise again.