Feet placed at the starting line,
awaiting with burning anticipation
for the crack of the gun.
Suit and tie, breifcase in hand,
or maybe a young heart searching for that chance to shine.
It Does not matter what walk of life you started,
what level of acumen one has
or what their goals are.
The race controls the ambition.
The race controls the direction.
Pow! another day begins,
Each racer plotting thier next step
How to be faster, stronger, smarter, or more qualified than the next.
It does not mater what they desire,
or who stands in their way
be it friend or foe
The race controls the decisions.
The race becomes an obsession.
Minutes, hours,days, months and years
all will pass till some become exhausted,
through life, death or the realization that
It does not matter how fast you run,
or how many you have passed along the way,
Whether you’re in the lead or far behind.
The race is a tedious effort.
The race is a never ending endeavor.
The race will leave you empty and weathered.
JDK
Mind Over Matter 