Race

Wind slowing down
                        your breathing collapses the dream
                        Faces touching fears
                        and those eyes --
                        with their sly, intrusive stares
                        Haunting and foreshadowing failures
                        Will follow your trail
                        for some years to come
                        Should you find again
                        your heart needing to
                        release...
                        breathe...
                        pace...
                        If only to ignore the race of time
                        Run to the end
                        if hours grant good faith...
                        before you come undone