race of life

life has become a race,
a confused race,
a race to become something
where we dont understand what we do, but we run.
to keep running ignoring other things is a rule
the time-keeper always says, buck-up
the race is never over,
people keep appearing and disappearing from the race
their are always people higher and lower,
the race never ends
the happiness of dancing together is lost,
instead comes the joy in defeat of others
life has become a race.

being narrow-minded is called focus here,
being a wage slave is termed independence here,
ignoring the problems around is called intelligence
being profit-oriented is the best way to work
writing all this is called bull-shit and insanity
to say anything that goes against the "norms" is wrong!
life has become a race.

why does the race go on?
because our greed has remained alive
what makes the race go on?
money, the tool of race

when one is not happy with running
one tries to look around, to move out
but fear grips him, fear of insecurity
the mind has believed in the race track
all the ways out seem doubtful
internally one has never asked,"what do i really want?"
so internally their is a accumulation of doubts and emotions
that are entangled deeply, making things unclear
what do we do then?
we escape, sadly that is the only way out then
and we adjust, as life goes on
the flame dies down, sometimes unknown to us
much before our own end
life has become a race