She runs as far and as fast as she can
without a single backward glance.
She knows in her heart she must come first
and for victory she cannot quench her thirst.
She runs faster and faster and faster
leaving behind so many others.
Finally she stops and searches all sides
There are many behind her but no one beside.
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PerceptioN
PoetryNo despair. No depression. Some fun. Some PerceptioN. A collection of a few little products of my boredom. My best work is in the later chapters. ... Highest rank - #169 in poetry - 5/5/16
