Back and forth,
To and fro,
Round and round.
Pacing, always moving,
Always changing,
Never stopping.
Racing, running,
Hopping, jumping.
Slowing down,
Just long enough
To seem as though
The end might come.
The end
Of the never-ending
Race.
But it doesn't,
Of course. It can’t.
Not yet.
And so all at once,
With one simple word,
Or act,
Or feeling,
Or look,
The race starts
Anew.
Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 12:09 AM UTC
Back and forth,
To and fro,
Round and round.
Pacing, always moving,
Always changing,
Never stopping.
Racing, running,
Hopping, jumping.
Slowing down,
Just long enough
To seem as though
The end might come.
The end
Of the never-ending
Race.
But it doesn't,
Of course. It can’t.
Not yet.
And so all at once,
With one simple word,
Or act,
Or feeling,
Or look,
The race starts
Anew.
