Poems: A collection

Slightly under

Is it me?

Or is it you?

You seem to be moving quite fast

Or am I too slow?

Slowly sinking into the ground

Being left behind as you walk briskly pass

I don't know

I pick up pace

But there is no race

Or a way

You're still so far away

It's frightening

Though I may not know what's going on

I'll still try to catch up

I might be sinking

Or you're just too fast

But either way

I'm still here

And I'll try not to be dead last