At the halfway mark
Looking behind me
I only see flash cards
Memories and Mistakes.
It went too fast.

When I look ahead again
Wearing my blinkers and
Keep my eyes on the prize
I wonder if while trying to get there first
I’ve left everyone so far behind that

That I’m out of reach
And it’s immaterial
If I win. Cause at the finish line
There won’t be a soul in sight
Not even mine.