Running alone in lonely places
Glory dreams are so evasive
A champion lauded, so obscene
For the glimpse of perfection seldom seen
Who is the best, yet best of all?
Spectators speculate truth for awe
Striving for love and admiration
Subliminal trife infatuation
Yesterday's fickle victory flame
Some remember faces, some just the name
They'll never know the man running alone
Accompanied by a conflagration
In his happy, lonely soul
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