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Once I had a pet
A tiny little rat
I saw him running every day...
In a treadmill set up in his cage
I thought he was stupid
When he was racing himself
He was trying to beat the opponent
Running in front of him

Racing against disabilities
Competing with no chance to win
Never finding anything in my career
To please myself for more than a week

The rat was killed unnaturally
His heart just didn't take it right
An unsolved race was left behind
He could never reach his own tail
I must have forgotten the message
Since I am doing the same thing
I may have some goals in between
But I'll also never get in the end

Racing against disabilities
Competing with no chance to win
Never finding anything in my career
To please myself for more than a week

Can I really stop some day?
Can my mind take it right?
The standards around are saying:
"Stopping means losing!"

I can remember it now...
Why do I race again?
It is to accomplish more glory...
Without any mercy for myself?

Racing against disabilities
Competing with no chance to win
Never finding anything in my career
To please myself for more than a week

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