Now I feel as if they're not only catching up, but passing by.
Imagine human lifespans could be measured by geographical soil.
As we grow mentally we are running on dirt.
At phases in life where it is most crucial, we hit traps of quicksand.
Personally I always felt like I jumped over my last trap, running into a mature state.
I watched as other trudged through the thick mess behind me,
only hoping that they wouldn't be sucked in; stuck forever.
I've stopped looking back at them though.
They're now catching up, and there is no need to risk the whiplash.
Some of my dearest friends,
those who I felt ran closest to me,
those who I waited for,
are now passing me by.
I waited for their steady pace to become parallel with mine.
Instead they increased past my own acceleration.
Now I have no need to look back because the very people I worried about falling in
are ahead of me, and won't look back.