A beautiful morn that day was with the sun and no cloud ahead
'The race is about to start' was all the excited people had said
People gathered in the stands packed together so no limbs were moved,
The people eating hot dogs and drinking beer as the mothers tried to soothe
But excitement was in there air and the track seemed to glow,
Under the people's eye and all of the people waiting anxiously at home.
Down at the track the partcipants walked to stretch and prepare,
For this race was nothing that any of them would be able to compare.
One man was reaching for his toes, and another stretched his arms,
A cold feeling ran in every man yet the temperature said warm.
This race track was as long as the earth but only 3 times that in size,
Every man knew in order to win, he too would have to pull from inside.

They're off!
With a gun shot ringing through ears the men took their leap,
Neither looking to his side, but watching his own feet.
The first curve they ran but one had stumbled and fell,
As he hit the ground and shattered, while some people muttered "Oh well".
A sprinting down the second turn left many at a daze,
For a man just stopped and said "I quit" and disappeared to a crowd enraged.
Three laps too many for men started to pass out or resign,
The purpose of this run was unknown, but to the men that was fine.
For pride kept them running and the crowd fed their taste,
Of hunger for that trophy, and whatever else came with first place!

Yellow Marker
The yellow tape across the lines to mark the end of pain,
of shortened breath and sweaty beads that led the road to fame.
They saw what happened to those who quit, and wanted to regain,
The pride and self esteem in side, and not have to bear the shame.
One man crossed the line for the others had all took their leave,
Then he took the paper, and what he read he could not believe.
'Congradulations, dear sir, because this treasure you tried to find,
has finally come true, but you still will never be able to catch time.'

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