To race.

It’s felt like life is one step ahead of me,
Especially these last few days.
It’s starting to leave me behind,
In just the smallest of ways.
I feel I’m continually missing a beat,
Just slightly out of synch.
It’s not all doom and gloom.
I’m not teetering on the brink,
But I hate being misaligned.
It brings a greyness to my days,
And with the clouds already heavy,
It can leave a foggy haze.
I need a day to right myself,
To stop my boat from rocking,
They never seem to reach that goal,
These days I keep on clocking.
I’m not aiming for perfection,
Just a little bit more grace.
I want things to move slowly,
I do not want to race.