An ironic affair  

Image by Timothy Barlin

You dream to fly, yet you cage your heart

When He opens a window, you chain your wings

You ask to be set free, yet choose to die with loss

What is this chaos? Do you thrive on madness or are you being consumed by it?

Baby steps

Captivated by the thoughts of winning

He hastened towards the finishing line

Blinded to the miracles of running

He missed a grave point

The last sigh kisses life goodbye

A ripened fruit decays

Living is not racing

Winning is not finishing

Believe: Every seed shall see it’s fruit

But first learn to grow.

Baby steps

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