The long Race.

Whose defeat will make me smile?
Who will smile at my defeat?
The long race is on,
I thought I was racing with the sun.

Promises, which were meant to bleed,
Hands, which were never to reach.
Countless solitude we shared
The long race is on.

Planned screams, shattered dreams
Pretentious greed is all that is left to me.
Once love was in the air.
The long race is on.

Countless pointed fingers,
Capsulated shame.
She smiled, I wanted to smile
With her, for her.
The long race is on…..