When I face time,
Will it all add up,
Or will I be behind?
Can I race to the front
Like the Doctor or Architect,
Or the President,
Or will I be behind?
Can I catch up to the front line
With some baggage on my shoulder?
Will it make it,
Or will it weigh me down?
How will I fight,
And how will I fend,
When everything is rushing towards me?
I never had a chance to think about it,
So when it comes, I know to surrender.
I get distracted by the puzzle of life,
And I wonder why the puzzle never fits.
I think I'm wasting time observing it.
So, will I be behind
As everything moves forward?
Every now and again,
I look down the troubled road,
And I don't see anything at the end.
If I stretch what I know,
And bend over,
I might see that glint of hope.
When I face time,
Will it all add up,
Or will I be behind?
When I find my way
Will it make any sense,
Or will I be behind?
Rabi Anata
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/will-i-be-behind/
