the race

something hard hits my face
it is a tremendous force that keeps me stuck to my spot
i lift up my head and see people stumbling
some run right off and are never again
others fall down but someone comes along to pick them up

still, but time ticks on
the clearer gets blurred
a pause is none
even shadows are seen
but invisibility brings not power to fuel its course

this path is alone when one deems it to be
a deceiving mistaken thought
for friends or foes are chosen not destined
and between the two there lies One
waiting at the mark on both ends

independence breeds jealousy and stupidity
so should i let myself into the light
joyfully tripping, joyfully running
along with many others
into the race again