Finishing The Race

Race is actually a competition and the Ferraris and the Lamborghinis all belong to the white race, and we are catching up, trying our luck with different engines. Some of us go vroom and some of us go vutvut vut vut vut, and for some we ran out of fuel. You can hear us pushing our horns in frustration and being stuck where we were a hundred years ago.
But in this race we are all going somewhere I hope, that is the point of this human experience with togetherness and ethics and equality, we want to create a world where we wont have to race anymore, perhaps that day will arrive in my lifetime, and I have to be hopeful, but if you told me to hold my breath because its the finish line, I cant yet.