Last longer so I don’t burn
I slow down
Not much though
I am a runner by nature
Taught never to look over my shoulder
Unless I want to relinquish
The first spot
The one that spots me first
The one I distinguish
In whose search I thirst
And run ever so hard leaving all behind
And much in dust
I must
Of course get my second wind first
A timely hint
This is a marathon
Not a short sprint
And because the distance
Is so long , almost eternal
I cannot exhaust all fuel fast
To the end I must last
And therefore cannot
Glow and burn in those large flames
A smaller wick perhaps will suffice
May make it dimmer
But I might still retain the glimmer
Slowly as I simmer