CONDITIONED

Was conditioned in life to excel,

So the limits of grace I won't exceed;

Set my heels on fire,

So I could run without getting tired,

That I would have no excuse,

I ran like the wind was on fire,

So I wouldn't have to say that I'm tired!

Some said I now over-do,

Some agreed that's it's only good.

In the race, they ask me why I run,

So hard, so fast—

Isn't the victory for us all?

But I'm in a race against myself,

So, learn from me to prepare yourself.

We're not too different, my friend,

So, don't expect me to explain to you,

It's a waste to expect me to;

And I waste my time to talk to you—

Life is a race, and we all move,

In time, you'll understand me too.

© el-iyanu