I’m tired
of running late
of running from place to place but still in the same place
of running racket on myself, I’m I’m robbing my health
of running down cents to trade for my skill sets…
to chase another man’s dream? I guess
my dream was less important and decided to take a rest, I am tired
I bep
and remember what it was like before I had to pay a rent…
I could go for hours and never miss a step, never felt stepped on and never felt inept
Then a wise one said, “You running out of time
and if you don’t chase your dreams, you’ll be running all the time”
But I don’t think I could take another step,
I’m running out of air, I’m running out of breath
He smiled,
and said “You could finish this rat race in last place and die, or
you could go the extra mile”
