By Then

A Poem by oxo

People pass me by,
They all go somewhere
Past is beyond them,
Fear is a challenge.

I force my feet to move,
A step will make a difference.
I wait for the fleeting moment,
so fast, I hardly felt.

I walk the race,
Impatiently dreaming.
and watch the world,
fastly moving.

The time is right,
how I wish to get there.
the fences are high,
Across is nowhere.

I felt the rush of blood,
I will be what I want to be.
by the time God will let me,
by then, I will be free.