No Contest
There is an end in sight.
Thought that is not so bright!
There is strife
That we must climb: both you & I!
Stand!
To be Grand
But just about
the Ground.
Run!
To be Gone
As long along
the Fog.
Fly!
To be High
Only to reach
the Sky...
There is no finish line.
Though this just finds me fine!
There is life
This is just right: for you & I.
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