Willfully ignorant

I know how this ends.

You know it too.

You watch me as I make my move, even though we both know I lost a long time ago.

You stand in first place, leaving me in the dust as I hurt my self trying to catch up to you.

You continue to encourage me, giving me false hope, convincing me I can win in last place.

But we both know how this ends.

Everyone around us does too.

My determination means nothing to you. You'll never let me win.

Yet, I choose to pretend I still have a chance.

I am willfully ignorant.