On your marks

 The hurry to live left that spirit exhausted
such a hunger built into the mind a catastrophic intestine
A hurry to speed into the next phase not quite finished wth the last
food stained mouth speechless catastrophic irony

A race that is only held when all of the candidates are available
narrowing your chances by flooding the field of vision
with a blood thirsty abundance of competition
The judges restraining their guile

An urge to do better even when dragged fro the fields of mediocrity
To form a rat like snout for survival despite the labels it earns
tiger like claws to dig into the nearest isolated meal
a hankering for artful progress that spins a nauseating euphoria