Passing twenty-five, I cant help but feeling insignificant.

So, I looked back at my circle, only to found that I was trapped inside.

I kept running, but didn’t achieve anything.

As if an forces pulling me back to when I was twenty.

Time seemed to stand still, but only I was at cease.

They’re getting faster and only their backs are visible.

They far ahead and unreachable.

I am behind.