If you go out on any clear night,
You’re always pursued by the moon.
You’re followed by day by your shadow,
Which quietly disappears at noon.

Sometimes you race against yourself,
Hurrying to beat your best time.
Other times you race someone else,
Trying to be the first to the finish line.

Other times you may be racing a deadline,
Rushing to beat the clock.
Sometimes you may get caught up in a race,
While swimming under a dock.

Some compete for supremacy,
In the race to be the best around.
Other races are gingerroots,
Growing underground.

A race is a family,
Of any specific line.
A race is many families,
The entire race of humankind.

In life we’re always competing,
Always rushing, always racing.
In our world we’re always chased,
And we’re always chasing.
 

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