Legs dragging you down,
oh-so-tired and worn out,
no way to stop until the end,
ready to collapse,
you won’t give in,
best work thrown aside,
it’s all for the win!
How can you stop
when they glare, unrelenting, waiting for a win or a loss,
ready to react to either one.
Your eye on the prize
Insisting the finish line be yours, only yours, all yours,
a piece of this tag-along culture,
you insist that fitting-in
by proving yourself to the world
will result in final satisfaction.
“Just this one thing and I’ll never ask for anything again!”
What’s the rush?
You fear that they’ll beat you,
make a name for themselves before you even have a chance at turning the corner,
cast your talents and worldly contributions into the back alleys
of this tormented game.
S-L-O-W it down,
live the process and experience the journey,
before it passes you by.
Believe in a spiritual reason for your journey
and know that divinity is working through you
and with you to
accomplish your dreams.
If you insist on getting to the end
before the product can flourish
rushing it out to the masses
for a chance at fame and recognition
Accolades, applause and asking for autographs,
you’ll have missed the reason for your creation
interrupted the healing process.
it’s not a sprint
but a marathon.
There’s room for all of us, in this universe,
A spot with your name on it, reserved in advance,
patiently waiting for your big reveal on this planet.
Wait! There’s a catch:
it wants you to do it the right way,
not fast, not furious,
determined, not disastrously
waiting and worrying for the
day of final judgment.
Insist on putting aside the critiques and the compliments,
don’t let either stir you towards the finish line.
Arrive last if you have to, so long as you haven’t lost yourself while getting there,
and are finally self-aware, standing tall and proud, in this pressure cooker,
this sea of coercion and persuasion.
Be singular, stand away from the school of fish, not towards them,
and here, you will showcase who you really are, when you really are.