In every moment, things change
And we are left in a race
With one another
With every tick and tock,
Someone is indorsed, someone is mocked;
Someone is disowned, someone is crowned;
Someone is lost, someone is found
Yet everyone is toiling
To get there, somewhere, somehow

At the station full of trains
People are wondering, which one to chase
Social or cultural, carrier or home,
Family or friends-so many of them
Which one to catch, they cannot crack
No time to wander, just surrender
Boarding what they can
Tussling in between all of them

Time is running at its own pace
And people are at the station
Trying to catch it, at their own pace
Stealing moments in between the ticks
Collecting anxiety with every hit
Before the arrival of the tocks, they leave
Leaving behind the light and delight
To catch the pace of time

It’s funny how it progressed
From don’t run too fast, you will stumble;
To run fast otherwise you will fumble.
The world revolved fast and by
Every second leaving the previous one behind
Life is a race, that’s how it starts
And you keep running, without halts,
Without knowing the reason at all

At the end of the day
Tired and nowhere ahead
While they subside
With a dream of ending to pass by
All one does is
Wait for the clock to scream again
And at the very sound
They will start the engine
To run in a race with no tape to breast
Just running in haze
Living in the maze.

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