Race

Time seems to have frozen, this hazy hot morning

People on the bus, silent, staring, not moving

Is it real? Is it something I'm imagining?

Or has the rat race for us, finally come calling?

Same the sight, day in and day out

When does it end, this goalless drought?

Do we accept and get into the motion?

Or do we fight, this horrendous emotion?

How do we survive, living simply as a machine?

No destination in sight, no goals to achieve

Every single day, repeating the same exercise

Living by preset rules, no room for surprise

What do we do, to break free from this prison?

How do we decide, what is life's true vision?

Stepping into a cycle, fear holding us back

Better go down trying, than getting into the pack

Push back, fight, take the scars with a pride

The journey, not easy, thorns strewn in every stride

Some will perish, some will make it to the shore

While others live by, regret in their very core

Sunrise tomorrow, may not be waiting for you

Sunset today, seems better than living as you do

The purpose of your being, not to while away

Tomorrow may never come, take back life today