You keep running this race that no one can win
This dangerous path that has no end
You run in silence
Trying to be the champion of something that has no winner
The prize?
Yourself
To find who you are
Who your supposed to be
You run and run but see no end because 
There is no end
There is no end to self realization
You find bits and pieces along your travel that help paint a picture of what your running for
I found writer
I found dreamer
These pieces fall in your path as fall leaves do
I found admirable
I found creative
You pick up each piece and attach them to your self
I found logical
I found reader
Soon you are full of these bits and pieces
I found photographer
I found moody
You think you are nearly finished. But you are not
I then found skeptic
I then found beautiful
You just turn the page to find another chapter
That is the way life goes
Everybody chasing themselves
This is my story of chasing Grace