The mark on my face
Isn't just a scar
I was battling a race
To become a star

Lacked my fitness
Lapsed with time
My coach a witness
It wasn't my crime

Laid back memories linger
My thoughtless goal
I lost my ring finger
While saving another soul

Got all attention as a star
Life full of joy and screams
As now living away and far
Within my deserted dreams...

©sim