Hanging in mid-air, half-way to the ground
That is where I'm aiming when it's my time to be found.
Grasping for the branches, the ones that lie just out of reach
With tears of joy on my nose and drool on cheeks.
Ten thousand days have gone by and several thousand more
What awaits me on this journey?- More lessons about my core?
Yesteryear happened and lies mostly buried underneath
Now I'm more interested in the lessons that I can bequeath.
Mid-stride is where I aim...
Right in the middle of the play
Huddled in a heap
Soaked with sweat.
Mid-stride ahoy!
In the center of the action
Glad to feel the wind on my back
As I launch myself into eternal satisfaction.
That is how I wish to go...
In a messy bath of effort
Not lying down or moving slow,
But living every moment with exert.
Sucking in my last deep breath
As I take my final turn
Pull myself up, hoist my emblem
Keep kicking the can though my legs burn...
I'm aiming for mid-stride.
