The Finish

We rush to the finish,

Not realizing it’s the grave.

We rush to finish the race,

Just to avoid the pain.

We just want the minutes to pass,

Not realizing it’s the most important phase.

We rush to the end,

Only to wish to do it again.

Like racing, and in life,

We rush to the finish line.

If you knew the ending was “final,”

I imagine you’d enjoy the passing of time—

The ups and the downs, taking it all in.

If we could cross the finish line once more,

I think we’d take our time or turn around to try

and run the race again.