" Every morning in Africa, a gazelle wakes up.
It knows it must run faster than the fastest lion or it will be killed.
Every morning a lion wakes up.
It knows it must outrun the slowest gazelle or it will starve to death.
It doesn't matter whether you're a lion or a gazelle;
When the sun comes up, you'd better be running. "
This African proverb has been a great inspiration.
The gazelle has survived the odds.
Now it moves to a different terrain with different challenges but keeps the same hope.
That someday, the gazelle will be a lion. But it will still have to run. And keep running...
Fifty yards to the crossbar, he stopped in his tracks
As racing thoughts outpaced his leaden feet,
"Should I pass the ball, or should I hold back,
And keep running till there's ground underneath."
And he chose to run and dribbled past
The swarthy knights decked in ebony hues,
He was now in sight of the goal line at last
With the ball steadily glued onto his shoes.
And sixty thousand voices joined in chorus,
"Keep running till you've reached the goal."
Before a stab of steel impaled the dermis
And floored him with a deadly foul.
With bleeding feet he started running again
And this time, with him, raced a thousand souls,
As he shot ahead of the armored men
And curled the ball into the abandoned goal.
