“Tao & Track…”
I trust the Tao and its timing.
Track is more than running or rhyming…
Track to me is my naturalness.
Track is my rationalist…
Track is my birthright gift.
I train and dismiss, the things that cannot exist within my shift –
And mode of thinking, when existing within the Tao!
When I run, I am swift.
400 meters is my magical gift.
Short of words, I am gasping for air.
Running fast as Lions chasing their prey.
Before death reaches me, I have devoured my fears.
Within the Tao…
I think deeply, and mastermind as I write, and now –
I think grimly and foul, as I think of what this record means to me.
Aside from the record, everything else seems to me, as mere nothing.
I want nothing else, but to be the fastest man on the planet.
I am narcissistic.
I am egotistic.
I am a perfectionist.
I am aiming and training to be the greatest.
And not many years are left for me, as I take what is left for me.
Thank you, Tao.
I am ready now…
The moment when the ocean covers the land…
Earth will be as sand.
When the sky rains heavy droplets.
There will be nothing able to stop it.