Memories start to flash back
As you start to walk onto the track
Of all you have done to get that metal
The butterflies that just won’t settle
To the white line you begin to jog
And your throat begins to clog
Knowing what’s expected
And the fear of being rejected
The last minute good lucks to everyone around
For this final beat down
Look to the starter for that pistol
And listen for the shot that is the signal
To set you free
As can be
The flying rush of adrenaline
There is no comparison
The feeling you are going to die
But the finish is so close by
The roar of the crowd
Is ever so loud
There is no resemblance
To that great remembrance
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