“Sometimes you hit a point where you either change or self-destruct.”— John Stuart Mill
blew a lot of chances
made a bunch of wrong turns
thought you had the strengths
to complete all your runs
but you were wrong indeed
you erred a lot of times
indecisions thwarted you
from crossing the finish line
it was a series of mistakes
that you failed to rectify
you relied on your pace
without asking yourself why
and here you are right now
part of a chaotic race
without a clear sign ahead
might vanish without a trace
no spectators
no one gives a damn
when trouble is on sight
they just look away and scram
relying for a failed support
your defeat is imminent
to them you might just be
a dispensable instrument
you’re on a lonely road
with more hills to climb
with every stride you make
you’re running out of time
not sure of the outcome
while running out of breath
what you are going through
is a fate worse than death
RMP
12-14-22
Winnipeg MB Canada
