The Race

There are rivers of wonder in our veins
Our curiosities are each of the infinite cells inside
Of a human body made of miracles that reign
Over our ability to embrace this world or to hide
It divides the living from the existing
The ones who take the chance to press on through the race 
Versus the ones on the sideline that tell their curiosity to stop aching
Instead of holding up their chin, to make the sky meet their face 
But then there is the thought of it being better only to endure 
When those who compromise are the ones who die last
For even though their lives are predictable and sure
It is not as fine as the feeling of your feet bounding fast 
To know that you gave it all for the entirety of the marathon
Let the wonders burning inside of you  drive you to live life in full 
For the ones who give the future people an inspiration 
Are the ones who sprinted the race from their own magnetic pull. 


 
 
 
 
 


-anna sluder 

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