Finally you fell.

And finally you fell and I overtook
But my heart swelled and the ground shook
I wanted to help but didn’t know how to try
I thought you might see the glint in my eye

You didn’t know you ran, or that I chased
The markers I conjured, the standard and pace
I had followed so long, aping your stride
Trying for grace but warped by pride

I should leave the lines and run out alone
Against no target but to be me and my own
But there are runners still, far out ahead
On this race I created inside of my head

Must they too all fail for me to pass through
Or could I turn back, turn aside, start anew?