Siverstone at the start-finish line (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Racing, pacing forward

toward a line not seen

unaware that it was also racing

back with careless tragedy

fame of a sort

no one wanted or looked for

pursued instead for vigorous, long life

mocked

the unity of heart beats

pounding out with a chorus

of a thousand footsteps

stopped

The breathing of a nation

waits to understand

an answer that will not come.

This was planned.

The fear whispers

 life’s one definite truth:

don’t take life for granted,

the finish line comes to you.

© 2013 DarEll S. Hoskisson (dsh)