The One to Beat

The hounds are panting at my heels,
but I've a clear head start
don't know where I'm running to,
somewhere different, somewhere smart.

Making the best of second hand chances
never stop chasing the illusion
it had you down, now you're soaring
made sense of the confusion.

Status quo is not a concept
for the proud, staunch or tall
One day you stop running and wonder
why you were at all.

you finally realise that you
don't have to play their game
the world is diverse and unique
we were not meant to be the same.

The hounds are on your trail,
nose to scent head on the chase
You can't deter them you can't peturb them.
So let's make this an interesting race.

At the risk of being the gingerbread Man....
Try and catch me if you can.