What if

 Maybe the human race isn't a race at all 

Or if it is ,then it's certainly not a sprint .

More like a full marathon

And then some more.

Maybe it's just a long rambling walk

Under the boughs of flowering trees

Of different hues. 

Passing by colour washed bungalows 

And roadside eateries.

Maybe the human race 

Was never meant to be the  competition 

That it often is 

Riddled with one upmanship and 

Secret stalking 

Masked friends and jive talking 

What if the human race 

Was never meant to be.....

What if?