Who knows?

Sweat is dripping down.
Body is falling out.
Mind is going forward.


The race has just started.


I'm startled by the sudden crave for lies.
"This is not going to be true!"
And I start the race, reluctantly.

Nerve is tense.
Movement is lame.
Memory is false.


What I have is the race in front of me.
Perhaps lies?


Who knows