A head start, here I go.

Running and running without stopping.

I catch up to those in front of me in a blow.

Swiftly hurtling and simultaneously hopping.

I have now surpassed two of them in a rush.

I see friends saying high and called out to one

of them, bro. Suddenly, someone comes behind me

tapping. We run and run, restless and weary as those

who besiege us continuously cheer us on. A reckless

feeling fills me up with the courage to persist and

continue on.

Spectators say, “GO, GO, GO, and don’t dare let go.”

My legs have commence to yearn for rest, and my throat

has become barren, void of moisture. My arms and head

have become fatigued as the desire to rest persists.

Within an instance, the view of the finish line comes into

prominence. More than before I run, without contemplating

about the need of rest, I simply run without the thought of

needing water to hydrate my body, without looking at anything

around me; only the thought of winning the trophy possessed my

brain.

Breaking through the  blue colored ribbon made me

breath in relief, as family and friends hastily ran to

pick me up and engulf me in their arms, for I definitely was

on the head start.