The Race

It's quarter to 3 and you still lay on your bed as if you didn't hear the pistol signifying the start of the race.

You lie on your bed tussling and tumbling as if tortured by a nightmare

Rather the only torture you feel is that of laziness already tired of your presence in it's kingdom

He is tired because his worshippers want to crown you lord over him

And he's having none of it, so even he is giving you a nudge to take get off the side tracks and get onto the race.

You had actually thought you had had the others beaten, thus you decided to take a break. 

You look back to realize that they are upon and you again take off, 

Unknown to you, they are running the third lap of the race while you at still at the second.

True you shouldn't compare yourself with others but you still need to set a bench mark for yourself

Did you really think you would be at the lead forever, when all you have desired is take short intermittent stops.

Your mates are flying and you want to fly to but you can't enlist in flight school because you haven't gained enough mileage on the ground, thus you can't gain air miles that will qualify you to fly into space.

Its not just being bond to the ground that annoys you rather it's being giving the opportunity to fly in the skies but not knowing it.

All the opportunities lay at your feet but the eyes to see them don't seem to exist

You don't want to go trampling upon the opportunities that lay at your door step 

Thus should you stay home bound scared of doing anything that would opportunities.

You don't want to go foiling your opportunities thus you decide to play safe with everyone you meet but the problem is that some of the people you meet need to be shaken up a bit, like a tree so that they can drop the fruits stuck to their stems.

Your playing safe would leave nothing for them recall you by, asides from your distinctly remarkable features, which would at best cause a few moments of talk after they have met you.

In the race you have to choose what side you want to be on; the sidelines or on the tracks.
The sidelines are for those that have run the race well and have set a record for those coming after them. Its also for those that chose to give up much sooner than they should have and those that never started the race at all.
The tracks are for those that are running in the race, they may stumble but they continue, they don't give up until they reach the finish line they set for themselves or are brought to a stop by oppressors who are threatened by their efforts.