Runner
I was the runner,
And I ran fast.
I started to take pleasure,
In my contest winning.
So I ran even faster.
I ran so fast,
No one could ever,
Come near me.
I did not possess wisdom.
I just reveled in being the best.
I started losing my talent.
I started envying the other winners.
Watching others win,
Made me fill rage inside.
I had no wisdom,
On being just my own self.
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