THE RACE

 “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