Imagined future-selves stayed
in the lead, forever turning left.
"If only I could get my shit together.",
was the thought that looped.
if only i...
pull myself together
not too late.
Eventually the thought froze.
All notions within coalescing
into one inanimate mass.
At the speed of light,
the finish line mercifully approached.
He was not aware of crossing it when he crossed.
