I am

I am the one to be ready at my mark
steady at pace

running through life like I'm being the one to make it first
in this race.

I am the one to be chased
until I stop and think-'where did I lose my grace?'

I wish I never went running through life like I was being raced.
little did I know I was never being chased

little did I know I was now the one with less grace.