~race~

standing in line
crouching next
and readying up for start
then you hear the gunshot
that is your cue
there's only a split second to decide
one wrong move and you're going to be left behind
right foot push forward
left foot spring into action
your body automatically propel forward
at that moment's exhilaration
you feel the adrenaline rush
and then you ran
you ran as fast as you can
the cool wind biting your face
hurting your eyes
detaining your movements
but still you ran
nobody can stop you now
the feel of surpassing everyone
of breaking free
and finally being able to do your own thing
in your own time
in your own pace
then just as fast as it has started
everything ended in an instant
the yells of the crowd
distant uproar of clapping
and the feel of that yellow ribbon in your waist
you look around
you're at the finish line
funny
you don't feel happy
or fulfilled
instead you feel

like you didn't win the race...