One Hundred Meters Poem by Jaime Guerra

It seems rotten
the way you grab a notebook
write into it, then get another
somehow you never finish

what's funny is your determination
a marathon runner giving it all on the first hundred meters
as if time would drag itself back to the previous race
15 minutes ago
you'd come in first, yes...

but lets face it
no one is judging
there's not a single eye on the hundred meter mark
you have to face it, kid
nobody gets a prize
and nobody ever gets to win.