The rush is on! To finish our race!

But I don't want the end to come!

Mid-stride I feel the urge to go off-track.

I think of a kid I knew at Christmas 

Who opened his presents painstakingly slow,

Trying to make the holiday last forever.

I've walked away from the Christmas tree

With several packages left unopened.

I've abandoned my race

With three laps left,

And headed off into the woods.

But maybe in some predestined way,

I'm still racing to my fate,

As a river runs it's course

To the sea.

But at least I can say I will be found,

Brave and stoic as a still-life.

I'll let the end come rushing in for me.

-jenn