I was doing well in the desert race,
Again and again I went, PACE, PACE, PACE
But still in my struggling will
I felt nauseous and soon fell, exhausted,
And when I woke up in that barren land,
Almost all I could see was just sand.

I chose a direction, and started walking,
And for a while, nothing shocking,
But soon enough, night fell,
The water in my bottle, not doing well

And there I saw, running at me,
A hyena or two, at full speed
So I started running, as fast as I could,
And hid under, a random piece of wood

I could hear them snarling, wanting to eat,
But luckily, I wasn’t their meat
And as I should, after that fright,
I slept under that wood, into the night.

The next day I woke up with energy,
But still the hunger had got to me,
So I ventured on and saw an oasis,
And oh, I was so ecstatic, I felt I’d won the races

So I ate the fruits, drank the water,
Until no longer I was starving like a cat,
But I recognised this oasis,
And looked at my map, and sure enough,
It was near one of the roots of the race,

So again I was running, without a thought,
Never thinking I would ever be so near the end,
And when I left that barren land, full of sand,
I decided I would never again be competing,
IN THE DESERT RACE.