~Poems~

The Race

They're all running.

With a knife in their hand, they're chasing eachother, trying to be the first to stab in the back.

If they only turn around, they'd see their friends behind them too.

Holding a knife.

But it's not all for the backstabbing.

This race is about finding themselves.

They're chasing themselves but somehow they never seem to catch themselves.

Behind them, there's the real version of them.

They chase themselves, but at the same time, running away from themselves.

But that's not all.

In the horizon, there's love, money and marriage.

They’re all running for the same things.

I can't be a part of this.

I'm watching the race.

I watch how they run until the very last day.

I watch them fall.

I watch them rise.

Maybe there's a certain beauty in it if you don't count the purpose.

Because maybe they all do and want the same thing.

But they’re willing to do it for the rest of their lives.

Sure, running through your whole life seems tiring.

But they have a purpose.

Still, it's painful to watch how they destroy themselves with this.

Not realizing it themselves.

I can't look but I can't look away either.

Why did I deserve to watch this?

I'm doomed to watch this race.

Never have I asked to watch.

The worst thing is, after all, they judge me for not being a part of the race.

The race to life.

The race to love.

The race to money.

The race to yourself.

The race to power over someone else.

I shake my head.

I know myself.

I don't need love.

I have never nor will care about money.

I don't want power over someone else.

I found my purposes a long time ago.

I don't need this doomed race.

Still, I will always keep on watching it.

But mostly is it because I can't look away.