It was a free day,
when my feet felt like they were gliding on the ground,
I made repeatedly strokes with my legs,
trying to make it to thst finish line,

The crowd cheering my number,
and the wind breeze in my face,
I was unstoppable,
I was just about to cross the finish line,

when I heard a random tickering of a clock,
I thought it was my brain telling me it's just about there,
but then I saw a rush of smoke everywhere in sight,

A burst of red mixed with orange colors,
blended in my mind, and eyes,
I took a step quickly,
not knowing where to go,
when I met a burst of flame in my face.

I became no more...
I didn't know if I won that race,
but the only thing that mattered that day,
isn't if I won that race,
it's if I wasn't apart of the world when I finished.