2011 - Day 130

To the finish
From the start
So close behind
So far apart,
Interweaving
Through the bend
To beat the light
To make amends,
Crowd is cheering
Distant strip
No slowing down
Must crack the whip,
Lightening thunder
Up above
So close at hand
Need just one shove,
Blurry vision
Melted wax
The end has covered
Up its tracks.
Darkness melts slowly
All around
I once was found
But now I'm lost.