"Sing in me, Muse"
Tell me, Muse about the man of many miles, Who many times dashed as he ran through the streets of Santa Monica. He saw the fatigue of his teammates and knew their pain. On the course, he too suffered great pains within his lungs, Yearning for the finish line, and his teammates’ success. He could not guide his team to victory, though he wanted to: His teammates had lost the race because of their laziness. The slackers had disregarded the wise words Of the well-traveled coach Cady, who knew the path to victory. Tell the tale for us, beginning with the previous day, Sometime after the piercing bell had sounded. When all the others, seeking refuge from the torments of school Had fled, light-footed to the safety of their homes. Yet he alone, longing for the final mile and his return, Was confined by sound-minded Coach Cady, who strives for excellence, To the fenced-in, crimson rubber surface that was his training ground.