The race with the years

In the beginning the years where in the lead

It seemed that they where moving at a lightning speed.

All though I was gaining it seemed they were getting further ahead.

so the faster I ran trying to be in there stead.

So we found our selves running side by side continuing in an even stride.

As we where running together I took the years to be my friend.

For some strange reason it felt like it had always been.

Even though I enjoyed the time together I pushed to get ahead.

For to win this race was the idea I had placed in my head

Although I started to feel tired from the races demanding strain.

The Distance grew larger between us with every step of pain.

I looked over my shoulder and my friend was far behind.

Now that the race is almost finished my friend I wish to find.

I can not stop running now our even slow down.

That maybe that my friend might gain some ground.

No matter how hard I tried not to cross that finish line.

My journey was to be settled at this cretin place and time.

Now all I have is my memories of the years in my mind.