The Chariot Returns on Another Round

The chariot returns on another round,
The Charioteer marks the rounds to go;
The dust grows thicker hurting vision and air,
The spectators shout with fixed stare;
The wheels clank, screech, and shiver,
The horses gasp, gallop, and whine;
The muscles tweak, strain, and quiver,
As the race rages harder on each round --
The horses do tire but they run the race,
They keep moving faster at the pull of the reins,
They see no future, but they know that their place
In the dream of their Master is to win the race.

© Domenic Marbaniang, Feb 6, 2010.