Life is a lesson, of loves lived and lost.
Still, we insist upon running a race with no finish line.
Instead, when our speed is diminished,
We stop in place and collapse, letting the world race past.
But it seems, no matter how hard I try,
I can't stop running.
I want to stop with all my heart.
To be left behind to lay on the grass,
Jotting in my notebook.
Writing things that I know will never catch up.
Things that belong in a different time.
And when I am ready,
I'll resume running.
Everyone needs a break now and then.