Ahead of Me

I scrolled through someone's highlight reel last Night, and felt that old familiar ache again. Like I was standing still while life was moving, Like I would never catch up, never win. But I've been here before, I know this feeling, And I know it lies, I know it fades. Because the race I'm running has no other lane. There's no one else in mine, and I'm not In theirs. Am I better than I was? That's the only question that I ask. Did I grow even just a little? Did I carry something from my past? If the answer's yes, I'm winning, Quietly without applause. Ahead of me, that's where I'm going, and that's The only race worth running for. I keep this close on the days it gets Heavy. When doubt comes in and makes itself at home. I ask myself, "Who were you last winter? Could you have handled what you're carrying now Alone?" And the answer always catches me off Guard. Because I have grown In ways I didn't see. I was so busy watching someone else's race, I almost missed the ground beneath my Feet. I repeat this to myself On the days I forget, "You are not behind. You are just on your own road, And your road is enough." Am I better than I was? That's the only question that I ask. Did I grow even just a little? Did I carry something from my past? If the answer's yes, I'm winning, Quietly without applause. Ahead of me, that's where I'm going, And that's the only race worth running for.