I had barely set foot
Out the door
Before
There
I was back at it
After I ran
Through the air
Like a time flying clock
Through where does it all go
Comes and goes
Is just flowing
From highs
Into lows
But the point is
It shifts
From awoken to sleeping,
From morning to evening,
From life on repeating
Without even skipping
A beat
In this fleeting,
Unchanging,
Yet aging phase
Pacing
Myself for a race
In which participating
Is days wasted chasing
Some prize at the end
That I know
Upon winning it
Doesn’t depend