Bit By Bit

Slowly crawling in a rapid race,
what will happen of you?

Need a little more on the pace,
If you need to a little of that ace.

Clip Clip tears a part of each limb,
with each met failure.

And yet you trotter on and on,
with what is left of you.

A faint hope that someday,
you will be known.
you will be there.
right at the top.

Right now needs calm,
right now needs false hope,
false because so far hope gives,
Nothing but Disappointment..

(Written August 31 2007)