Pull up your socks, bring up the pace!

Said, the promised winner of the race.

As he raced past,to my aghast

Of the fishy odour, that he raked

But  he was shining,

His foes whining.

On this episode of time.

my mind jealous, Of those crossing lungs

puffing air , excitement on their eyes slung

 as i forced myself , to borrow some for mine........

i puffed and huffed , to my amaze

wandering aimless through the haze

following , who so ever in front

as i bought time for my self

to heal the deeper brunt.............