I was there in the race I was told to run
I ran ,though, thinking that was my only choice
I kept running until,

My eyes stopped glittering with curiousness
My heart ended pumping excitedly
My soul quit making a connection with me
And the only thing left inside me

Was lifeless
Was dead
Was hollow

Then there was a wake up call
That came into my life hunting me down
Checking where I was

I ignored it once
But the owner of the call was almighty

At that point I felt as if I was breaking inside
My heart was tightenening inside
As if screaming me to open my eyes

Then came the second call
It came in the form of a book
A book which was the wake up call
It shook my world upside down
The fog of the 'mad race' cleared so magically
It felt as if I saw this world with a bright new lens

No doubt it is said
Those who read books

Live a thousand lives.

Note: A poem of my true life written by my soul