"On your mark,Get set,Go"

A gush of blood,
We started like a flood.

Some of us were swift,
For others,was a drift.

Sweat glands to rupture,
Eyes couldn't capture.

Some looked weary,
Nothing to do with fury.

In a hurry to finish,
Tracks usually vanish.

Where is the finish line?
Oh! There it is, Fine.

I had the courage,
But it was a mirage.

I couldn't run,
Crowds making fun.

I started first,
Others made me last.

End of the race,
Where to hide my face?