I choose the Lions

I choose to run with the Lions
Vicious lions that wait for no one
They are intent on the hunt
They are ruthless if I don't keep up
They growl and are angry because I am slow
I tire so I need to take a break
Maybe I should not be running with this pack

Then I remember my own kind, the hyenas
They laugh with me and wait for me
But they pretend
They are greedy and plot my downfall
I keep up with them
But I am not heading in their direction
So we part ways

All this running hurts
I have only two feet and I am fragile
I break easy and I am light
Maybe I am in the wrong race
I see birds in the air and I wonder if I should not be flying
But I never did learn how to fly
Maybe running will make me a better bird

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