No matter how victorious I am I lose.
The faster that I run the race,
The more I fall behind
Because the prize I seek is out of reach.
It cannot satisfy my dark desire
For it costs me my honest soul,
The value that is beyond compare
Becomes a debt I can’t repay.
The object of my vain hopes
belongs on a marble terrace
Where she looks down on mere mortals
Such as I with stony indifference.
Neither achievement nor rejection
Can ever provide for my redemption.
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