Runner

I might strike myself down, but I'll never be out.
As I'm tying the laces of all my self doubt,
I'm ready to race; my heart starts to pound,
And it won't cross my mind to turn this around.

Because I'm a runner; a racer from dreams,
When they turn into nightmares and burst at the seams.
I can't stand the pressure; I'm not made for this scene,
I'm a coward admitted and shamelessly flee.

You constantly follow at your slow, steady pace,
The only one realizing it's not a race.
And my obsurdity leads to me being defaced;
It's like tortoise and hare, except tortoise gives chase.

When will I stop long enough to just breathe?
And when do you give up and just finally leave?
I'm hoping we can both find our reprieve;
Stand still for a moment and enjoy you and me.