I read the Bible looking for answers, like cures for cancers.
The slightest damsel, I undressed and distressed, slight stretch, I finessed my way on to the next quest.
Feet moving like track spikes, in place, the chase to the finish is sure to diminish my strength.
Yet, I withhold the fear and prepare for the race.
Pace, I pace, at my own, the rhythm is rhythmic, left, right, I connect with ground, round for round.