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the Great Race

 

My life -
To what end do you speed?
Events
Just like flags on the road
With no answer they showed
And we lost control and the lead.

My life -
How far do we have to go?
Today
Seems like moments away
From the end and the start:
I wonder have we moved at all.

Speeding along towards no end
Always the fuel, but never the power
Never behind, but always a follower
I must be strong, but always I cower
Someone keeps track from up in the tower,
But how will we know
That finishing conquers the game.

 


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the Great Race, by Paul Cales, © 1990