wonder why

so maybe i'll be like the long-suffering friend holding a candle for eternity watching him fall outside the imaginary lines my poor restless heart drew so long ago when life still held promise maybe i will maybe that's okay maybe it's just how it is we can't choose where our passion takes us we can only choose whether or not to follow in its wake or resist its pull and stay fidgeting on the sidelines refusing to play refusing to race refusing to face the photo-finish millisecond between victory and defeat head and shoulders lunged ever forward into weighted air feet desperate and heavy and eyes blinded by a finish line that is nothing more than a mirage put there to keep you from dismantling yourself lest somebody else does it for you maybe it's just how it is maybe that's okay maybe i will