The Fun Run

Swooping round the roundabout
Cruising down the straight
Looking for the checkpoint
Scared of being late.
Navigator hoping she has read the rules aright.
Driver thinking “FINAL CHECK” would be a welcome sight.

It’s a masochistic exercise;
A game that adults play.
A grown-up form of hide-and-seek
That leads us all astray.
Some go round in circles, some go round the bend.
Some are never seen again until the very end.

You may nickname it a “Fun Run”
But it really is a “trial”
And the hapless rally driver
Greets the checkpoint with a smile
That tries to hide the certainty that somewhere on the way
They have misread an instruction and for that they’ll have to pay



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