Assign me my fate, and I won’t hesitate.

Pause for a moment and do a brief retake.

Distort the original, and the copies die at a slow rate.

Line me up at the starting line, and I will run the race.

Start me in the blocks, and I will write the page.

Transmute me into gold, and I will acknowledge I’m growing old.

Lace after lace,

Pace after pace,

Race after race,

Life demands all sorts of repetitive tasks.

Each repetition another tick forward to a moment that won’t last.

And, once again, we are asked:

For what do we strive?

In what do we ground our pride?

And how are we to live our lives?

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