I have been travelling without a destination,
All I can see is the world closing upon me,
Opening its arms invitingly for my demise,
I fall onto it with all the force I can muster,
Only to land on this racetrack,
Where I had to race my peers to a finish line,
A goal at last, a destination in sights,
I speed towards it with all my might,
Only to be quenched by a curious being,
Who clearly had another candidate,
As its favourite to win the race I am in,
Alas here I am, a drop in its hand,
Only to be flicked out of existence,
Meeting my end, before I reach my goal,
Maybe this is a lesson in whole,
I was a fool,
Thinking I have something to prove and show,
While someone bigger,
Sees me as a drop on their window.