Race

In a life that feels like a race

That feels like 

The first sound recalled

Is the starting shot 

Of the gun

Then the charge to run
Fast

Faster
Don’t stop
Don’t rest

Don’t you dare

Rest
Catch up
Pass if you can

Overtake

Or you will be

Overtaken

I’m going to stop running now

 

It’s time to walk

 

Because it is seeming like a trick

There was never going to be a finish line anyway

Was never going to be a place for celebration 

 

Never going to be permission to rest

Just a constant striving
A never ending sprint

I’m going to slow down now

Take my time
Enjoy the view 

 

Actually notice

There is a view

To enjoy

Wish the crowds 

Rushing by me well

 

Bask in the breeze

They make

As they pass