This moment I am all me.

The race 

begins.

The arms

and legs of 

many

are going 

all in the same 

direction 

at the same pace.

No place for 

you to shine.

No place for 

others to shine.

Just a path.

As I look around

I see the numbers 

on each person.

It labels us.

It makes us the

same. 

I slow down

and let so many pass.

Because the end of 

this race is not 

at the finish line. 

The finish line 

that has been 

determined.

The majority

decides. 

I slow down 

and gently 

rip the number off

my chest. 

It floats through 

the air

and lands on the 

ground. 

As the masses

trample on the 

white square with black

numbers. 

I take a sharp left. 

I feel myself

floating,

no longer running. 

Because at this 

very moment,

I am all 

me.