Competing with the pace of time..
Running with both of my legs..
Exhausted, cramps, but I still have to..
Wish I had four legs..
Can I borrow the spiders?
Or the braids?
Otherwise I just keep running and runnning..
Can you see?
The audiences looking at me hysterically..
Some smiles, some tears, some cynical faces...
I see them..
Then my heart is broken..
Realizing that walking on my destiny path..
Can be this hard..
But please..
Change my middle name..
Change my face..
Change my history..
If I can't conquer this challenge..
I was born to be a lion tamer..
This is still his child..
I even haven't met his father yet..
And his mother even more savage..
So..
I know I can
Because I was born to be..
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