• Standing, staring at the well worn track
    Watching plain ones stride beside me
    Wondering what I could possibly lack

    A mark whips like a stinging smack
    From someone I can’t see
    While standing, staring at the well worn track

    Stock still, taking in the weight of my attack
    Pushed out like the branches of a tree
    Wondering what I could possibly lack

    A strain to obtain, my mind, I rack
    Jeers concerning, ‘Why is she
    Standing, staring at the well worn track?’

    I see the light and proudly turn my back
    No longer concerned of whom to be
    Not wondering what I could possibly lack

    After then, I can give myself some slack
    I feel sorry for the young me
    Standing, staring at the well worn track
    Wondering what I could possibly lack