"My life runs, yet I stay"

My life is a race, yet I am not winning, but must I win for it to have meaning? The road stretches long, the air feels thin, my weary soul begs to rest, not to begin. I have chased the sun, outrun the rain, felt the weight of loss, the echo of pain. Now, I long for the hush of trees, for quiet winds, for breaths set free. Let the world run-I will stay, watching leaves dance, feeling time sway. For not all journeys need to be fast, some are meant to linger, to last.