Leaving No Tracks Behind Poem by Eillio Imbasciati

Ran its course
Knew its end, but at what end?
All his heroes gained grass stains on pristine fields,
Though it turns out he couldn't gain ground between the white lines on a clay track
Repetition doomed insight in progress,
Blind devotion made him unable to view the finish
All the exercise was just an exercise, , leaving the mind racing
The true account, when tallied, was that he was running in place, leaving no tracks behind