The race to you

You see,
the morning is coming up,
the sun is rising,
and your day 
has been installed in my head 
like a bell sounding very strong.
The clock is ticking, 
trying to tell me: 
what am I waiting for?
and I'm a little away, 
with my mind 
searching for a reason 
to stay on earth, 
to do not run.
A wish lasting forever, 
an idea whispering in the air, 
asking me 
if I can hold that thought 
for one minute more.
You know,
I think my patience is still, 
even when my heart
is willing to escape 
in a race against time, 
beating up to reach you 
and keep you safe, 
next to my faith.
And I'm telling myself
please don't do it, 
don't make the same mistake.

November 10th 2017