Race+-+Alex+S

Flying through the woods Passing people one by one Your heart pounding like a drum You are in incredible pain Stop, stop your body tells you No, you must go on   Finish line dead ahead But an opponent is gaining You somehow find a final burst A last jolt of energy You go rocketing past the line Gliding on and on and on   Using no power at all Finally you stop and collapse Into the grass As if it is a cloud Floating in the sky With no worries at all you know, It is done ||  ||
 * //**Race**// || [[image:ca-rhapsodicwritingsch1:500px-Speaker_Icon_svg.png]] ||
 * **//__ Race __//**