diurnal: actv now

I want that gold, that silver, and that bronze. I adore the things that could show you all my worth. But knowing that I was running after my own soul, you played me into thinking I fell short after you. I only wanted to show each curious eye about my art, yet you pulled me into a race that I could never win. You kept pushing me down, convincing me to stop trying ; but the race isn’t over. My feet too weak to run, but I am capable of crawling. Be careful of belittling me for you may lose sight of that spec of dust, and in a blink of an eye, I’ve done the things you thought only you could do. Because I only wanted to show you my art, but you pulled me in to prolong my story. And it still isn’t over;