The Race

Brushing past me, like a thunder,
Went someone familiar;
I thought- Was it a blunder
To let him overtake me?
Damn, I had to be on last gear!

As he overtook me, he gave me a nudge,
But woke me up;
And developed in me a grudge,
That stirred me up!

I tried hard to catch up,
But the faster I ran, the more he paced up.
I kept running , sweating
Until the Sun shone before my eyes
When I realized what I was chasing!

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