[Dan Menard]

I am in a great race, it never ends, but never starts.
It has been going on before time, and will continue on after.
This is a special race, you cannot win, and you cannot lose.

When you think you've won, you run through a dark tunnel and see a light.
You think I've won! It's finally over, but then, you fall, lifeless on the ground.

People start the race, but the race never started, so is there really a race?
We cannot see, smell, hear, or touch it, but you know it's there.

In this race, you do not look behind or ahead, but where you are.
In this race, I am not there, but I am here.
Strangers run by and enemies may knock me down, but friends are there to help me up.

Sometimes when you're running the race you feel in complete darkness, alone,
But, you're not alone people are all around you, in the race.
You may think there is no race, that it doesn't exist, but it is real.

You keep running, trying to win, when you know it isn't possible.
You keep running, in fear of falling behind.
To win is to cheat death, to live forever, you cannot win...

This race is life.

[Elvisceration]

The metaphor is unbelivably cliched. If you approached it as a critique of social Darwinism I understand your point, but, still, a little imagination wouldn't go amiss

[BookWhale***]

i see this as more narrative-ish. the flow is way off... it's just not working for me...

[RENA HANDS]

I am in a great race; it never ends, but never starts.

You may think there is no race that it doesn't exist, but it is real.

The poem does give a reference to evolution, creation and life.

I HAPPILY APPLAUD THIS!