A stain of chemicals and a pound of flesh are all it takes to enter. Such a fee is marginal as the true cost is time. As days swell to weeks in a trimester or three they burst out on all fours sleeping at the starting line, awaiting the cord to be cut.
            With a flick and a wail, off to the races we go crawling through thickets of oak and varnished legs with nothing but a cloth on our waist and the skin on our backs. Exploring every nook with our tiny cranny, hazards left and right, we barely escape with our lives. Many tears passed by us those days even when the tears only passed us by. No time for crying; we’ve got a road to venture though walking down the block with shifty eyes both ways before attempting to cross.
            A new world of colors of shapes galore, encountering others alike to me and alike to you. Banning together like a pack of puppies tackling the onslaught, arm and arm, running faster and faster till its neck and neck. Before our eyes, we shed frizzled down fur to the decadent coats flowing down our figures like velvet veils.
            Out the den and out the doors we step forth on our own into the dens of others on our own accord. Offering tricks, offering talents, offering trades and more. Evading sharks, eluding predation in the fine printed angler lures. Scratching and scraping from the barrel we resign scraping at pennies for dimes, finding room for another I can call mine.
            From bronze bells to silver binding a couple in one. Singing this song as we dance in the sheets birthing another combatant to the races announcing the next forty-two weeks. Treading and trudging in sickness and in health finally, we welcome a third into our sights. Shedding tears, shedding smiles, shedding four-ply packs by the dozen. Out of the womb and out the door, such legs for running, much better than our own.
            For now we meander down these empty halls adorn in adoration as we brush off the dust. For now let’s stretch our legs before we sit down, before we slumber. The finish line can wait at least a little while longer. For now let’s stretch our legs before we sit down, before we slumber. The finish line can wait at least a little while longer. For now let’s stretch our legs before we sit down, before we slumber. The finish line can wait at least a little while longer.
            For now we wander with one more appendage than before.
            For now we see our life at the goal, moving towards it for our life to be whole.
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Eliot Rite is a person who wants to share their ideas with whomever wants to listen.