In this race of life we all live to die
For struggling is the living we respect
Even when we know that money can’t buy
The Existence we strive,we do correct
The Mistakes we haven’t made verywell,
In this process our thoughts we reject
Heading fast towards the heavenly hell
Inhaling the heat through our own skin hole.
Bringing forth crisis to the nose to smell
In this race all we see are streets of goal
Properly arranged for our own footsteps
To write when to quit not,and take control.
But Sometimes we wonder what is biceps
Then we come across another triceps.