the race continues

I talked yesterday about the rat race, the human race, and I feel like some poetry so here's an Evans original.

The Race

On your marks. Get set.
GO!
The race starts as you exit the gates. Everything is a blur, a rush of confusion,
You try to stop but it's too late, you have too much momentum.
After a while you settle into the groove, running and not even thinking about it.
For the first time you notice your competitors, all around you, running the same race.
You pass several checkpoints, each one more important than the last.
After a while you slow down, lower the pace. It's easier, but takes more effort.
You tire slowly, as you approach the final stretch.
You can see the finish line. You approach and cross it!
The final irony is that by winning this race, you have lost another...