The Race

With the sun at my back

I run after her

Trying to catch her

In a race I cannot win.

On ahead of me, she runs

Growing taller

Taunting me

With her speed.

She is so close

But no matter how hard I run

She keeps ahead of me.

Finally, I slow to a stop.

She stops in front of me.

She is my shadow

And you can never win a race

Against yourself.