Running on the track of life
Racers running fast
No one really understands that
Someone has to be last

Bitterness then prevails
Who's first then they will debate
The debate's over I am still not there
I am running at a snail's pace

People taking big leaps
Getting bigger and bigger
And I can barely walk around
My outburst gets a trigger

Guys I can't run anymore I say
I am just a snail
No ear they lend they don't defend
Their friend who's gonna fail

I try so hard to get out of
My shell everytime O dear
I get a bolt I can't revolt
I cry but no one to hear

Just keep running then on this slippery track
There's just no looking back
I look at the finishing line to think
Where exactly I lacked



The Story Behind

This poem I think is so abrupt that the reader may think there should have been context in it.

This poem doesn't convey anything, its a poem about nothing but the void created is what makes it interesting.

The first reading of the poem may imply that it is a "sequel" to Hollow. But I am not singling out anyone here.

This poem illustrates how today people are running for the materialistic things in life and craving for more and more.