Why are you racing headlong to your destination.
Does a quickening of pulse, a shortening of breath
make you feel alive, minutes before your death.
Or that moment with your very worst revealed,
the consequence of which our fate was sealed.
For you, no mediocrity, no hesitation.
Whilst we await our turn in life’s long queue,
and you decide the human side of life is not for you,
that we have lost and have no chance of keeping pace.
In the end, how many of us can win the race.
As we sit in what is left of our ambition,
the wreckage of your decision-making.
In barely conscious reverie, our family was framed
and wonders if you noticed what you did.
Onwards and upwards, to heaven or hell-bound skid
into oblivion, beyond our worldly essay,
our fate from you was hidden
… but did you find your way.
© 2010 John N Anstie