When I run two hundred meter sprint tests
I don't have time to think about the past
Nothing but counting steps one to twenty
Neatly drifting along inside my skull
Everything emerges as energy
Released from potential to kinetic
I barely have the chance to catch my breath
No more than a minute to rest before
Lurching forward again on my tiptoes
In hot pursuit of speed faster faster
Faster the pace demands greater effort
Energy flags to fall and rise again
I rest between each sprint and wait to run
Not unlike a stallion behind the gates
Learning patience to save his energy
Only until the gates open he bursts
Voraciously hungry to win the race
Even his own rider tempers the steed
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