The Human Race

Everyone is rushing to beat the endless time

Pushing, shoving others down to the rough ground

To cross the line before the ringing of the famous chimes,

Too busy to look at the beauty of life's magic, that is all around

I ask myself, why? They don't know what they are missing. 

The wind moves my hair from a self-made player, focus on the goal.

Goal of what? All I can see, is a millions of lonely hearts, breaking  

By solitude, I watch in disbelief as players unknowably dig their own resting holes

What a race? This is making the forgotten secret ingredient. They are faking

Love. Yes you forgot it, you can not win without it

But you are too preoccupied to stop and ask yourself, why?

You are running just to fall down with a hard hit 

With this stupid, selfish game with its ridiculous pace makes me cry.

I guess why it is called the Human Race!!!