When we race for that which we embrace,

the notion of our lives seems to last forever,

its when we let go, step off, rearrange, justify,

we lose sight upon what is the actual time.

 

I know this person,

they’ll go unnamed,

could touch a heart

suggest a part …

 

We do forget quickly from where we came,

having built roadblocks, walls, pervasive fears,

instead of understanding,

we’d quickly run away, face the danger another day.

 

It pisses me off that occasionally I might say a word,

then later have it used against my desires rather than the listener

understanding all my meaning is for their own

peace of mind.

 

The race against having all the time in the world,

so easily lost in the battle of knowledge of truth.