The race begins
Where the only runner is me.
When I first take off
I start slow and hesitant
Wondering if the prize is worth
The sweat and pain.
But you know, I can’t deny
The adrenaline rush I get,
The blowing wind reminds me
That, if nowhere else, here
I determine the outcome
And that makes it worthwhile.
So then ambition takes over
And there’s nothing keeping me
From reaching the finish line.
But the victory is always short-lived
Until that sense of longing,
Of emptiness, fills my thoughts again.