A thunderous sounds jolts my heart off it’s beat.
Like a fireball, I take off .
Full of energy and determination
Towards my target.
I can hear my pulse in my ears
Like a marching rhythm.
I can feel the wind through my hair
It strokes my face.
“Don’t stop. Don’t stop for anything.”
Is that me or my imagination?
Now my lungs are burning.
Breathe scars the walls of my throat.
Muscles feel like acid.
Every moment a dying wish.
Yet I keep on going.
I look around me.
People like me are thinking the same.
Feeling the same.
Why do we do this to ourselves?
What is the gain?
Is it to feel the weight of metal on our chests?
Or is this the human need to succeed in action?
In the final moments I am reminded of the answer.
This never ending road will end sometime,
And at the end, I will be on top.
This is why I love playing a sport.