By Synthia Tashfi
Thrown in the midst of a Race to become
Better than the best, a badge for others to see.
Stopping came to mind but it never won,
Not when the others accomplish with such ease.
A cyclical machine, no instructions or manual to be found,
How very curious, its heart also seems tightly bound!
It cannot comprehend what it feels, these sensations are not defined,
No time to stop and examine, the Race will slap it with a bigger fine.
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