The Race

The race is not always to the swift, but to those who keep on running.-Anonymous

At the end of the day, it seems that no matter what has transpired, we are alone. Alone with ourselves. Many are the days where I feel I am sinking. The earth about to absorb me. Tired by the day. Tired by life.

With that sinking feeling, I still continue on, at war with my inner demons, but run I shall, to keep ahead, until the day comes when I can run no more.