A One Man Race

Winning in this one man race,
Storming by with frightful pace.
No one to lose to. No one to stop you.
No one – It’s all you.
Boot falls to the ground, as the other rises.
Eyes set in front, staring at your prize.
As you approach the end
Another contestant ascends
Speeding upon your highway.
A fiery bullet making headway.
Boot falls to the ground and so does his.
Before the finish he flies past you in a wiz.
The losing man sits and cries
For his consolation prize.