Slow moves the motion of a fast race,
Their footsteps drag heavy to move heights,
Just as they tried their utmost might,
Seems failing to reach a hard won price.

A secret way through dark’s uncertain path,
A hope shines through years of practiced steps,
Encouraged best by ingenious moves,
So faithful chores in body’s anatomy.

Who can stop this charging crowd
Of trying hard mentored beings,
Even the dark who says slow down, sure
Can’t stop the passion of those on board.

Awake fast and run quick the race,
That’s set before us to gain the crown
Even if darkness starts to cover blind,
The moves may slow down but the heart goes on.

“Slow through the dark,” the coach explained,
“Be sure with your steps and maintain
The power of discernment and continuity -
Will make you a winner up to the end.”