Passing By

A longing in my heart,
which may be fabricated by my drifting mind--
calls a fury of confusion to chase me down.

Running and running in a struggle to survive.
This challenging race is leaving me--
tripping, falling ... into second place.

Oh, just a few short months ago,
how high I was on top.
How has my position in Life's race shifted so?

Sick of hypotheticals and what-ifs.
Why am I always the one with the questions?

Satisfaction always in sight and sitting in my hand--
looking at me, laughing... ha ha ha.
Oh how hilarious it must be to stare at someone
who can never seem to find: contentment.

The pity of life passing by...