Reciprocal

We are all in a race.

Someone is running to you.

Someone, away from you.

And you are doing the same.

Running towards some,

and away from others.

And there is someone 

for everyone, in this race.

Everyone is holding something

very near to their hearts.

Maybe that’s why they are running.

To give it to that someone.

To share it with the one.

But that someone is everyone too.

So do their hearts, hold on to.

Everyone is trying to do the same.

Give it to someone else.

Life, after all, maybe 

a glorified relay race.

You pass the baton,

someone receives it,

runs away swiftly,

and never looks back at you;

But you are looking all the way,

with your eyes fixed on them,

wondering how they finish.

But someone's eyes have 

always been on you,

towards which,

you were blind conveniently!

So, in this race,

do the givers really feel good?

Or the receivers feel bad?

Or is this even just and fair?

What if we could recreate the rules

and reciprocate our love?

What if there’s a race 

in which people run towards 

each other for a change?

What if the baton is not passed,

instead it is shared unanimously?

What if we could finally 

unearth the feeling of mutual,

unconditional and unforced love?