I ran ran ran
As fast fast fast
Faster than I thought I could
No strength nor effort, I spared
Just to reach the finish line
Waiting for me on the line
A reward so great
Also a golden trophy
So beautiful, pearl-like
All of it must be mine
Ran out of breath
Gasped for air
Though not willing to let go
As the golden trophy beckoned
But, just before the race was up
Right before the whistle was sounded
I paused for a while
I got overwhelmed
And subjected myself to the peering eyes
Of the cheering crowd
If only I knew
The next step of determination
Would take me to the finish line
I would have endured the stress
I would have taken
Just one more step
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