Life Poem by India Aquene

The target is right there but somehow it’s taking me along time to reach it
When I think I’m close it moves farther away but that’s okay because I need the time to prepare
We all want to reach the end first but getting there is not a race.
Your time will come as all times do
I’m going to get it done right the first time because in the end I will win
Are you going to rush through? If you do I might help you.
Did you stop long enough to care about me in the race to the finish?
Or did you just check me off of the list of people you have to push down?