And They're Off!

Questions

of the question mark

questions lead to the truth

if not, we live in lies

toy horses in the shadow of Seabiscuit

we could never outrun that horse

the same applies to the truth

our feet should be sore from all the running by now

though as long as there's a means to the END

we will

walk

run

skip

jump

crawl

till the last drop of

blood

sweat

tears

some make it to their ideal place in forever

the others make their way to the backs of our minds

and yet

here I am

a man of twenty one

feeling like a man of fifty

spine buckling from the weight of understanding

each day a pebble is added

proceeding an unfathomable amount of time, a boulder is formed

buckling is weakness

holding fast is futile

desires come and go with the tide

so we push the boulder up the hill like Sisyphus

and back down it goes

eventually after a hundred million or so times the boulder will turn to sand, returning to its original state

the race doesn't stop for us

we need only honor our place in time

as it were

nothing more

nothing less.