We are the poor kids. The outcasts. 

From the unknowns of the Country in the Unknown of the Country. 

And yet we are known. 

We are that thought in the back of your head.

We are the “What If…” of the Race.

and with just a stride away We are the dethroners. 

The slip of the baton as you watch Us pass you. 

and the elbow jamming into your side.

You are Big but We are swift.

With one mistake We become that 1 second.

that .01.

that lean across the line. 

We are watching the X on your back.

Weaving in and out of the pack.

And when we cross the line it will be done.


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