the race

you are the horse & i'm the snail

you're always galloping far ahead,
while i'm lagging far behind
pathetically struggling to catch up.

huffing and puffing,
i never did.

was it because i do not have the ability?
or i simply choose not to?

i dont know.
maybe
out of fear.

sometimes,
we look forward to something
too much

we end up not knowing
how to react when it finally happens.

so maybe it's more comfortable
remaining status quo.

i wouldnt know
what to do, or what to feel
had one day this snail caught up

isn't it ironic
that we always set goals
but we never thought beyond that

for one day,
had we reach the finishing line,
we might be feeling more lost than ever.

maybe unknowingly,
we set unreachable goals
so that we'll always have something
to strive towards.

even though deep down
in our hearts,
we all knew we might never reach them.