I can see the finishing line,
But I slow down…
The reason is beyond me,
Yet, nonchalantly, I pass by,
As if it was someone else’s story-
Hours of an unknown time –
Dreams of strangers,
And the race –
The race of an undeserving soul…
~ August 31st, 2013
© Sana Rose 2013
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Such are the vicissitudes of life.