The Race
We run in haste, one with the other
in reaching our goal of no-where.
As a driver in racing covers the same road
again and again
going no-where except to win.
So, oblivious of the jeers or cheers
of the spectating world.
This track we run together,
the prize we seek already won
before the race is run.
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