It wasn’t a race and yet you ran faster.
Never once looking back.
As I stopped to catch my breath, panting,
Exhausted, and unable to catch up.
I stopped too often, for far too long
And you finally disappeared from my sight.
I didn’t stop running…
Or walking, as some whispered in my ears
As they gleefully overtook me.
New friends, new groups,
‘And new races,’ they shouted.
Though this confused me always.
‘Races?’ I thought, ‘Races? I don’t race anyone but myself.’
I do not know how far my friends ran
Or what all they saw and experienced,
But I plodded on
Slowly. Well, I always walked, you see.
And then one day I found I have not just walked further
But also climbed higher –
I loved the views from my vantage point.
I’m still walking slowly, and climbing higher
And sometimes I do spot some of the runners
Sitting contentedly on their own peaks
As I plod onwards still searching
If I am part of some race or just keeping pace
With my restless dreams.
08 May 2017