I run, till my legs
Beg me to stop
I run, till my battered knees
And tired elbow begin to cry
I run, not for practicing marathon
Not for titles
Its life run, I run
Millions of miles already covered
Still haven’t breasted my tape
Still out of my vision
I run overtaking others
Blindly following my predecessors
I do not know where will I stop
Where the tape is tied
Where is my goal?
Where is my route?