Friday, May 15, 2009 @ 5:57 AM

Each push
another burden
of a ton
breathing pathetically
begging for more air
while in a fast stride
a river of sweat
runs down the forehead
dropping like bombs
on the piece of cloth
that runs swiftly through

With my arms losing willpower
they sag down
like puppets

A sight of red tape
with a crowed awed
by the first person
i feel a sudden rush
of aderline
and pick it all up

as i cross the finsh line
everything fades
and i hear a parade of excitement
around me

I wish i can make up.