On Your Marks

I fear no obstacles

I can dive in the vacuums

Unclenched and unheld by tentacles

Escaping fire and unbreathable fumes

I can hop all the hurdles

While I sprint, none crumbles

All firm, none facing the ground

Completing the race with applauses, one round

On the podium, I wave at my fans

While I bow my head, to be honoured

I kiss my prize, I thrill with wingspans

With tears of joy, eyes are all blurred

No time to live in the past

Time it is to train hard and fast

This time no way to finish second last

I will win gold, with all my blast

The race again, I shiver and tremble

But my hardwork urges me to resist 

One lap, and there shall be no muddle

I shall stand on the podium, in the middle