When I arrive
They're in the last heat
I know this is it
My final state meet
My coach tells me
To run my own pace
If I run like region
I'll win this race
The 3200
Has only one heat
And it looks like my time
Is the one to beat
Not winning this event
Was one of my biggest fears
I have it push it to the limit
Blood, sweat and tears
I've worked so hard
And even trained in camp
When this is over
I'll be state champ
My legs feel great
As I stretch against a wall
And it all comes together
When they say 1st call
I have about 2 minutes
And I feel fine
Then they say
Report to the starting line
I wish I could see
The focus on my face
This is my time
And this is my race
On your mark, set
There goes the gun
And now I'm off
The start of the run
But there's another gun
The reason I can't tell
It looks like somebody
Must have fell
While I can still feel
The pound of my heart
I know I just wasted
My good start
Back to the line
Is where I must go
And if that happens again
My head's gonna blow
When I'm back in place
And eager to run
They say I'm DQ'd
For jumping the gun?
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