A Curious Mind W(o/a)nders

Tuesday, October 04, 2005


Run, run...run all my life,
Am I running or is the world running?
Have I moved even an inch...?
Yet life has moved on by miles.

The world I know is a speck of my memory,
The world that I see I do not comprehend,

Yet I run, run...run...

Run because the hordes run,
Run because I might get left behind.
I get left behind anyway.

Does the horde know where it is running,
Why it is running?
Or is the horde just images of me,
Still like me, while the world runs,

I don't know, I don't understand,
Yet I run, run...run...


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