In the distance lurks a checkered flag.
A holder of my future,
For until I see smoke from a smouldering rim of a gun,
I do not even qualify to begin.
How far I have travelled to discover the start line is beyond reach.
I do not remember
I was tired before, I am tired now.
I’ve lost before I’ve entered.
For the marked laps on the track and the mileage of a manicured athlete
Far supersedes a bare footed bystander.
I did not ask to win
But to be “allowed” to participate.
Jan 22
Jan 22, 2026 at 2:32 PM UTC
In the distance lurks a checkered flag.
A holder of my future,
For until I see smoke from a smouldering rim of a gun,
I do not even qualify to begin.
How far I have travelled to discover the start line is beyond reach.
I do not remember
I was tired before, I am tired now.
I’ve lost before I’ve entered.
For the marked laps on the track and the mileage of a manicured athlete
Far supersedes a bare footed bystander.
I did not ask to win
But to be “allowed” to participate.