Standing Still

Back and forth I glance through time
The events of my life begin to rhyme
History it seems does oft repeat
As my old friends I once again meet

We find ourselves back where we once were
And ask again how we ended up there
Our paths in life they twist and wind
And we wonder what it is we wish to find

Not knowing what you want can be hard to handle
Dreams of life, love, money, or some great mantle
The things we focus on can often consume
Until we stray from the path and can never resume

We find ourselves in places strange and new
Not knowing where to start nor what we can do
Lost in the moment we stand alone and we dream
Until our thoughts dwell on darkness and then we scream

We run away fast not caring which way
In search of a safe haven in which we can stay
We rest and we think of all we have done
And we hate ourselves for the fact that we run

A place in time that we can call our own
A place where we can say we are not alone
This is what we tell ourselves is that which we want
Yet when you focus on it everything else does taunt

There's something wrong with you if you don't run
They say life is about the chase and that moment of fun
Why is one moment of victory so cherished?
When so many who raced for it have perished

Why is it wrong to want to stop and stand still?
Why can this act not bring another great thrill?
There is beauty in the world for us to admire
A beauty that is obscured by the runner's fire