![]() CompetitionA Poem by It's Me, The Miracle![]() A poem written on life, where the slow and steady wins the race![]() Queasiness being the key of the day Ran around to find peace somewhere A profound nap was the desire of the heart Number of laps yet to pass, impeded the wish Numerous laps that cover regular intervals I wished someone to take over the next lap But there was none in that end, made me run Hurrying to the ultimate end, I saw me being lone Am I alone here as all others are still behind? Or am I alone here as all others have passed me? While looking behind to see whether somebody follow Heard a loud scream of joy from the ultimate end Someone unknown made it to reach the goal Wanting to see the winner, I hurried again There are several long laps yet to be passed Being eaten by the cruel and ugly desolation, I want to escape from this race of rivalry Yet, I didn't give up and ran steadily to the end Reaching at the end was like a dream come true It seemed the entire world was waiting for me With great joy, I was recognized with a big award Though in muddiness, I could realize the truth The competition demanded the last one to win
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