Running the Race…

A small conversation with Yash on our way back from Koshish event yesterday…
A simple question, why the heck are we running, can’t we pick up our own race???

I find myself on a long, dusty, gravel track,
But I do not see anybody around, nor front, or back.

Still, other tracks are crowded, everyone in sight,
Participants busy, charging up for another long night.

A race is scheduled, today, tomorrow , day after, ad infinitum ,
And there I am, on a parallel track, absorbing , but still mum.

Voila!! My track, teleports, no more a part of the ground,
That 1 % Roark in me, raises his hand, in joy unbound.

Alas!!The high, ephemeral, my resolve takes a beating,
Not surprising, for I am 99% pure Keating.

I switch tracks, betray the voice, and join the race,
Run along, trying not to lose, desperate to save face.

Tonight, I stage a coup de grace, once again,
Reclaim my track, run my race, pick my fights, my pain.