Two black arms running
around a bunch of lines,
called 'NUMBERS'.
Wherever I go,
my eyes refuse to take away
from it;
Why?
I don't know...
What I know,
I do feel is,
the exhaustion of running,
without making a single mistake,
holding your breath till the end,
not knowing 
even why...
But still,
two of us, 
are running,
running
along the road...
I cannot move on,
the lane is too hot for me.
I just,
Just can't stand up,
the load on my small back
is so heavy;
I just can't breath.
My feet aches,
can't we just stop
for a while and move on?
Please?...
But still why?
Why?
To catch up,
to save the FIRST PLACE,
Why are we both
running?
...