where's my finish line?

i feel like i'm running a race. Like, i'm sprinting. I feel like i'm running as fast as i can, and i feel good- but i don't know how much longer till my legs give out. i feel like i'm running and running and running, but there is no finish line.

i feel like i'm chasing after something, but i don't know what it is yet... so in a sense i'm chasing after nothing. i feel like maybe i should just stop running. take a second to breathe. Choose what it is i want to run to. and go again. because until i choose my race, i'll be running for no reason it seems.

While i was at life, i ran a 5k. i remember when i was running the last part of it and i kept expecting to see the finish line but it never appeared because there would just be turn after turn after turn and every time i would turn a corner and not see anything but a long stretch of concrete in front of me, my heart would sink a little bit. it would get just a little bit more weary.

that's what i'm doing know.

I'm sprinting, but with no end in sight. my heart is growing weary.

sooner or later it will stop.

but who will get hurt first?

me?
or the ones i'm sprinting past..
the ones i'm moving too fast to see?