The Race
In the rat race's frenzied pace,
Lost souls run a desperate race.
Caught in a system that churns and turns,
They chase elusive dreams, their spirit yearns.
Drowning in the crowd's deafening roar,
They push and strive, seeking more and more.
But in the pursuit of material gain,
They often find only emptiness and pain.
Bound to a cycle that never ends,
They lose themselves, their worth it bends.
Despair grows deep, and worth fades away,
As they sacrifice their passions for pay.
Yet amidst the chaos, a glimmer may shine,
A realization that life's true design,
Lies beyond the chase, in moments of grace,
In connections and joys, in finding their place.
Escape the race, regain what's lost,
Discover life's treasures, at any cost.
For worth's not measured in dollars or fame,
It's found in the soul, and in each heart's flame. The Race. - P.
