Running... Poem by Dark Wolf

my life is a race,
and I think I am loosing...
as I keep running,
I quickly fall behind.
is it better to finish last,
and not be remembered?
or to quit,
and leave an impression?
Idon't know?
who will decide?
wether I live or die.
no big deal,
the race will go on,
without me,
just as before.
the crowd will still cheer,
the runners will still run.
but I will stop dead in my tracks
as the race I run stops
and I no longer have to
run,
from myself....