A limit of steps;
Life as a marathon,
Maybe a sprint.

So many steps from innocence,
Or naivety,
Call it what you will
And I call it like it is.

Probably not so close to the
Finish
Line,
But the end is to be announced.

For now we are running free,
Limited only by a mortal frame
-Set to expire-
Which is the whole point of life.

Most people don’t see the finish line,
And are afraid to search,
Fearing this will be their last run.

And,
It will be.