Chasing The Horizon
Standing on the edge
?of the hill
?I believed to be the final…
?I look across the horizon—
?and I find more still.
?
?A little shaken,
?I stagger.
?I pause, and wonder…
?So there’s more?
?There’s more.
?
?Lost in thought for a while,
?though on my face remains a smile.
?My eyes wander about...
?I see the others—
?my friends, my contemporaries—
?all dash ahead,
?none bothering to turn their head.
?
?Still rooted in place,
?strength drains from me...
?Yet the race continues.
?
?Time trickles
?like water falling into an endless abyss.
?It runs off—
?without a care.
?
?I wonder… how I’ll fare.
?
?Questions flood my mind
?as I snap out of it, momentarily.
?Can I still catch up?
?Tears threaten to fall—
?but I resist.
?I keep them at bay.
?None shall cross the wall.
?
?Can I still catch up?
?Can I still catch up…?
?It echoes—
?hollow, unanswered.
?
?I struggle to breathe,
?hold my chest,
?grit my teeth.
?
?I brought this upon myself.
?I… did this.
?I know I was wrong…
?Funny—
?I knew all along.
?
?Looking at the horizon one more time,
?I ask myself:
?Did I really just watch,
?while the others became sublime?
?
?The empty horizon remains silent,
?as if confirming my line of thought.
?
?My thoughts spiral—
?unable to arrive at a conclusion.
?Still, I stare at the horizon,
?my gaze unflinching…
?like a man possessed—
?yet my eyes are filled with confusion.
?
?Questions flood my mind.
?Again, I snap out of it.
?
?Can I still catch up?
?Am I expected to accept this?
?I know it’s my fault—
?yet a strange unwillingness grows within me,
?a silent refusal.
?
?I can’t fail.
?I won’t.
?
?Strength begins to fill my legs
?as I run with wild abandon—
?no care for the bruises
?that rack up as I pick up speed.
?
?A voice resounds:
?“Stop. It’s too late already.”
?I ignore it.
?
?It repeats.
?I ignore it.
?
?“Why do you do this?
?The price is too much to bear.
?Just stop.
?Give up.
?It’s late already.”
?
?For a moment…
?I stumble.
?Doubts try to resurface.
?The pain flashes—
?new wounds appear on old ones.
?
?But I grit my teeth…
?and I run faster.
?
?I’ll win this, even if it kills me.
?I’ll win—
?even if it’s barely.
?
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