I'm untying my shoelace
To slip my old shoes off.
With a tired soul, and a worn out sole,
I'm getting ready to take the faith leap.
At the doorstep of a new beginning,
I'll be dusting off my Achilles' heel.
I'll humbly wait
On the mark for the gun.
I'd be up on my feet
Once the countdown ends;
For a free run of no return.