To feel each minute,
You are not in it.
But you can not give up or let go.
Although you know it is difficult,
To jog up a slope...
While observing others eating sandwiches,
As they pass you riding on the backs...
And shoulders of those paid to exchange positions,
They have convinced that the doing of it makes sense.
Even though you are made to look the fool,
At their own expense.
Just to say you can be beaten,
Regardless if their efforts includes an entire team.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem