Running

I've been practicing for so long,
I never stopped.
Because at that time, targets were set.

Even in times when I felt tired,
I told myself not to give up.

Now it seems like the real race has started,
but yet I am lost.
Sometimes I don't know where I'm going,
I even doubt if I could make it.

But people at the side lines keep telling me:
"Why not? What was all those practice for?"
That gave me the strength to carry on,
but yet I lose it from time to time.

Right now I'm getting so immune to it,
I don't know where I'm running to.
The finishing line is clear,
but yet it look so unfamiliar.
I just keep on running,
until I reach the finishing line.
Till then I'll stop,
but I won't know where I am.