trying to reach the destination.
Often turning corners-
attempting to make the journey at ease.
Stepping high, taking quick strides,
and speed trotting-
but it seems at times,
moving forward is like moving backwards.
Gaining speed is like moving too slow.
You’re always aiming to get there,
always trying to get it right,
always thinking limiting all
the wrongs would work.
But whether it’s all in stride,
running free, or lagging behind-
keeping it moving,
reaching the end
is always a few miles away-
getting there is the race.