Word for thought

I'm not running this site, I'm running for president

Like a marathon, gunning in present tense

A gift from the future, nothing to be messing with

Worse than the route for a drunk when the message sent

Don't look at me when you crash, i'm not heaven sent

But threaten when Edison took the light John Lennon went

Seventy-One years, I'm better than one's peers

At least that's my outlook, I need a sweater and clothed ears