The Race3, 2, 1. The buzzer went.
The race has begun.
I kept running and running.
Huffing and puffing along the way.
I though I was in the lead.
With no one in front of me.
Beaming with confidence,
I kept on running.
Suddenly, I tripped and I fell.
I sprawled across the ground.
I tried getting up.
But I can't.
I was badly hurt.
My competitors ran past me in a flash.
I knew I've lost the race.
A very important race.
I've failed.