Mr Primo

Break my legs then mock me when I cant keep up.
Clip my wings then complain that I cannot fly.

I am haunted by dreams of mountain tops and relay races.
However I have one foot on the ground and a baton in my pocket.
Dreams are where reality begins
Yet I slumber.
still I slumber.
Alarm ringing yet I am too deep asleep to even press the snooze button.