I ran past the crowd and ran,
In process, faster than I knew I can
There were twists and turns I liked to take,
but hurdles doubting if I'll ever make.
Then suddenly, one day, I am alone but best.
unthinking continuing the sprint sans rest
There I see again, the losers, I had left behind,
On shock, then reflection, its re-loop not rewind
I shiver on realization; the absence of aim is cold,
but the warmth of the view of this cycle is gold!