PAUSE

I am my own worst enemy.

Not necessarily reaping what I sew - more like losing the thread of my fabric -

- the design and the needle.

For so long I've pushed forward, CHARGING, STEAMING - dismissing.

Is it possible for that the speed of life requires a ceiling?

Are those BLACK AND WHITE signs that Iv'e neglected my entire life the holder of truth?

For lifes sake, I hope not. For if they are I will now slow to a crawl -

- EXITING -

Perhaps a stretch -

Perhaps some water to rehydrate the runner -

- FRESH LEGS always feel better.

- FRESH EYES

- FRESH AIR

PAUSE

I know that the world doesn't stop if my feet are stationary - I know this.

Yet the inevitable rotation of the day seems to mock me - laugh at me

"I can do this better than you can"

It screams aloud to me as it peacefully creates my DUSK and DAWN.

I don't dream of such power though I sprint for it daily.

Hot out of the gates - THE PACE IS FAST

I wonder these things as I constantly look over RIGHT and LEFT shoulder -

-Theres no one in sight -

- Perhaps I wish there was.

AHEAD OF THE GAME

BEHIND THE CURVE

ON TOP OF THE WORLD

UNDER THE RADAR

Do great men acknowledge such notions?

If not - Is that what makes them great?

A natural science - Every step - DESTINY MANIFESTS.

I wait now, hoping that the dust will settle as fast as it was flung from my heels -

- my MOMENTUM.

I watch in SLOW MOTION-

- PAUSED, as my world of DUST glows in the sunlight and DISAPPEARS in the DARKNESS.

It floats in air -

- Suspension of TIME - KAIROS.

Im still WAITING.

BFONCK - 2021