revisited

this blog post (actually the first four lines) reminded me of something i had written long long ago. on the earlier version of aquitaine. and i felt like writing it here again. after all, the two versions have much in common [:P]! so here it is. it was titled, and obviously so, 'a race and a man' .

he was running with them
and he fell down
a cloud of dust engulfed him
he couldn't see them
and he decided he had lost
he let his sweat
soak in the dust and grime
hoping he'd get invisible
or a part of the dust

he was running with them
and he fell down
and they thought
they had defeated him
but the happiness wasn't for long
there, from the cloud of dust
he rose again
and seeing him with that halo
they knew they had lost

he was running with them
and he fell down
and he sat there
waited for the cloud of dust
to settle down
so that he could see them pass by
he made fun of them
for running with the pack
for not having the guts
to leave the rat-race

he was running with them
and he fell down
he didn't let
the cloud of dust settle down
kicked up more dust and
he tripped everyone
who passed thru the cloud
if he couldn't win
neither could anyone else

he was running with them
and he fell down
and he started crying
even with the cloud of dust
all around him
he blamed them
he blamed god
and he blamed himself
and he lay there, crying
he decided he would run
alone from now on

he was running with them
and he fell down
they kicked him down
in the cover
of the cloud of dust
he bore it all without a word
he let them win the race
but something died in him
and he became the wanderer.