What is my point of no return
if I don't know where I'm going?
How far is this race to be run,
while life's scenery races by,
blurred and distant?

When can I rest
and lay upon my back,
staring at the clouds,
feeling the breeze on my face,
and the cool grass against my spine?
Why am I in a race that can't be won
and everyone finishes last?

Time to stop.
Time to rest.
Time to give up on winning,
and enjoy the scenery of life.