Second heat, third lane.
Second heat, third lane.
It keeps repeating in my mind.
Just keep running, just keep running.
Ignore the pain, just keep running.
Unsure about my speed or time.
The whistle blows, the blocks are set.
Now what? Do I stretch? The blocks are set.
A man with a gun shouts out some words.
Bang! Bang! Just in seconds.
Bang! Bang! Less than seconds.
The whole crowd becomes a blur.
I can do this, I can do this!
Don't stop here, I can do this!
I approach the final turn.
Others zoom by, my legs slow down.
Why, why do my legs slow down?
Forth to cross the line, lesson learned.
Assignment: A track poem