Adnane+Lydia

 THE AMAZING RACE Lydia Adnane I keep running, Aware that everyone behind me Is taking the same path, The same trodden track. Never looking back. Only blindly running ahead. I watch as people fall upon the Cold, hard ground. But I don’t stop and lean down to help them. No, if I did that, I myself may fall, And if that happened, I may never get up, As so many have. Like a racedog, I cannot stop. I cannot rest. I can only move forward. I can only watch as the people around me Tumble down to the cold, hard, unforgiving ground. Laying there, Making other people stumble around them, As the rest try to complete the amazing race. Some get up, The real warriors, The people who are actually going to make it To the end Of this race. Every one of my muscles aches for the end, Every one of my bones want to come to a halt. All my mind thinks about is how relaxing it would be to just fall. To let my body rest. But the rhythmic beat of my heart propels me forward, Forcing me to think of the future, For my family, For my friends, For myself. ​