Until your feet find purchase in the air.
Sprint, go. Go!
Quickly now, you must run, must stay ahead.
They are catching you now.
Not for you.
No one is watching you now.
You aren't special anymore.
No longer worth the effort they put into you.
But you still run.
Until your feet run red with blood.
Until blisters bite at their soles.
Until there is no one left to beat.
No one else is running.