The mind races,
To the unknown finish line.
The Triathlon of fear, envy, and lust is never won.
The loser takes the medal.
The strength of Hercules underscores my intent though,
And the ramifications are fodder for my fire.
Relinquish and revive. – Sinz
Be sure to sauter
To the tauter
Of the dodder
Don’t totter
Just be fodder
And see the water – Esinz