THE WINNING FORMULA
Sep 9, 2018 · 1 min read

The tears speed down my face the way a Maclaren shoots across a race track.
Depression is on my tail,
Yearning for me to slow down;
In an attempt to overtake me.
I check my rear mirror and accept that Anxiety is looming in.
How fast can I go?
My mind mentally shreds the tarmac off the track.
I scan my speed, thrust down on the throttle, and then squeeze my eyes shut.
Suddenly I hear a deafening bang;
And then the most exquisite red and amber fireworks light up the sublime sky.
Now you tell me, did I win the race ?