Miles away from failure
A step towards success
Yet miles away from reality
Like a cruel game of chess
With sweat glistening on his forehead
He ran like a man possessed
His legs trembling
His eyes tearful
His body numbing
He shouted without a voice
Ignoring everyone who had gathered around
Waiting for him to give up
But he had made a choice
Looking up
Staring the zero in its eye
He suddenly sped
And ran like a man possessed
With his world crumbling before his eyes
Only a little was left under control
That gave some peaceful moments and hope to his soul
Where he could deny descent
And aimed for the summits
Not for victory but to play the game of grits
He challenged himself and pushed his limits
Forgetting for a little while, his self-detest
And ran like a man possessed
With logic outdone by sheer arrogance
He reminded himself that he could still be a winner
Here he renewed his belligerence
Letting go of all that was repressed
He ran , he ran,
And he ran like a man possessed