You win again.
Filled with resolution,
Fiery determination,
I sprinted and strutted.
Predicting your pace,
How was I to know-
The Spring in your step
The mottled colours of your Fall?
Numbed by your Winter’s breath,
Wilted in your Summer’s heat.
Turning now, there you go again-
Leaving me behind…
With remnants, the residue remains.
Soon, just a ghost of a year
That will haunt yellowed pages
Of history books, stacked high!
A flickering, fleeting wind-
You win again, the race of time,
Blasting the world record-
Filled with olympic breaking news!
Leaving surprised losers everywhere!
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