Awaiting...

When words lose their meaning,

When passing time starts to blur,

When stares become blank,

When people around seem not more than cicadas,

Yet the heart keeps pumping,

Senses seem to overpower,

It narrows down then,

Becomes the moment –

Of anticipation, of expectation

Of success, of victory

Amidst the horizon of potential failure...

Each with his own morass,

Demons and cogitations to conquer

Cognizant of passion and dreams

Spilling the last ounce of sweat trying,

At the highest summit of Olympus,

Each athlete wants to be flying...