Competition

Running through the trees
Trying to catch your breath
You hear the footsteps fall softly
Matching you step by step
Your lungs burning like hell's fire
But your brain refuses to comply
You stumble, trip and hit the ground
Then you get up and you fly
You fly with the wings of 100 angels
Still you hear the steady footprints
Following you closely
Finally, you turn around
To challenge the maker of your fears
But to your surprise,
There is no one there.