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.