Flying down the rutted dirt road

kicking up dust underneath his once white shoes

That are pounding on the harden earth

Slowly turning dusty brown

As the dirt envelops his body

This has been the runner’s routine

Day in and day out

Stretching himself to the limit

never seeming to tire

 he prepares himself

Day and night

For the biggest race of his life

If he wins fame and fortune is his

If he loses disgrace and poverty

Will follow him for the rest of his days

He will not fail

For he does not know how to lose

The pistol cracks and he is off

Rounding the bend

Of that dusty road

He flashes past the finish line

In record breaking speed

He places first

He races alone

Always running the same track

Every single day

There will come a day however

When his strength will fail him

And his ticker will shudder

To a wavering standstill

 As he slowly drags himself

Like a wounded dog

To the finish line

And drops dead

his hand falling over the white line

He does not fail

He always places first

When he races alone

He will not race tomorrow

He has run his last race on this track

What was he running for

No one knows not even him

He was always running

And never thinking about why he ran

A pointless race

To a pointless life

Don’t make the same mistake

Stop and breathe in the odors

Life has to offer and dwell upon

What life means to you.