Thumps of my Feet

flawless

High Expectations

Low Standards

A quest for wisdom,

Knowledge sought,

But near it's end seems

All for Naught

Running as I always have

Keeping pace

Chasing dreams

But

Stumbling rocks

My steady song

The consistent tap against concrete

I've never fallen but

Now seem felled

My aching Feet call

Sweetly for relief

As they have

But now their call comes

Not so sweet, and they

Wish for home,

A chair for resting,

A place far off now

But they scream through

Muffling socks and shoes

"We will run for that!"

"We will fight for that!"

Is the distance greater

To the end? I cannot

See it as I struggle to

Drag the Reluctant.

"Just look" my side moans

"One last time" the

Nostalgic sweat spills down my forehead, arms,

From nowhere and everywhere.

I can't think, the road is

Jagged, I press on.

Yet then

Flatlands. "You've time

Now" calls my Heart

I must follow, surely

My Feet can tell. I

Look. Nothing

Gone. Past.

The Past...

I laugh or...

Choke. I cannot tell

My Feet are silenced.

My Heart sinks lower the

Sadness pushed down

My Mind takes

Over. Over powers.

And the rhythm

Persists.

Thumps of my Feet.

I've turned away, moving

Forward.

There is nothing left for

Me.

Is this wisdom

High Standards

Low Expectations

I'm

closer