I Train This Body To Win

There is no karma, only moving on
to love and beauty, strength and gift.  The day
before today is yesterday and gone,
and yesterday is more than miles away
from how I train; this road will tell you more
than words.  I train this body, bold and bright
while other mediocrities implore
communities of losers to unite
in vanities of words.  My legs do not
hear anything but rhythms of the road
which pound a syncopation you forgot
could make your inner victories explode.
Like whispered gossip words, the distant din
I leave behind; my purpose is to win.

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