I am running marathon alone.
I have no one to compete.
No one to bet on me.
I am at the finish line.
I see a red ribbon in the end floating on the wind.
No one greets me with a camera at the ready.
No one has his hand on the neck of a bottle of champagne, ready to explode.
No one watches me from a helicopter.
Only the rare passers threw me bottles of water
I don't have time to catch them.
I got exhausted. I've come a long way.
I am running alone.
No audience, no sympathy.
Soon my chest will meet the red ribbon
and I hear the crack of it.
With the sound of invisible applause I go to the store for wine
and drink from the cup of victory in the empty kitchen
a winner’s sip
Feb 12, 2013
Feb 12, 2013 at 8:42 AM UTC
I am running marathon alone.
I have no one to compete.
No one to bet on me.
I am at the finish line.
I see a red ribbon in the end floating on the wind.
No one greets me with a camera at the ready.
No one has his hand on the neck of a bottle of champagne, ready to explode.
No one watches me from a helicopter.
Only the rare passers threw me bottles of water
I don't have time to catch them.
I got exhausted. I've come a long way.
I am running alone.
No audience, no sympathy.
Soon my chest will meet the red ribbon
and I hear the crack of it.
With the sound of invisible applause I go to the store for wine
and drink from the cup of victory in the empty kitchen
a winner’s sip
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