Race

Life is,
A never ending race,
where leads are an ephemeral emotion,
and winning is an illusion,
An endless game of dice,
where lady luck stamps her authority,
and winning seems like charity,
A journey through time,
where relativity defines the story,
And winning is confined to a theory.

And yet..
We inflict upon ourselves the notion,
That winning is the implicit expectation.
Choosing to confine joy to the few bubbles of "victory",
In the hope of making history.