If the participants of a race
Were all crawling
The pace and manic may seem
Unnecessarily unnerving
But the rush, as experienced
Is real, up to a certain distance
Before the whole thing starts
To look as silly as a free verse
Of disjointed weak metrics
And splitting, out-of-nowhere, rivers
Because most times
The chorus
Will be cursed
To have this big picture wisdom
But never ever be heard
You, shouting at a screen
Will never, to the participants
Make a difference
Though the illusion now includes interactivity
But the objective remains,
Count and keep the audience
In captivity
danDAman 