The Mankind Marathon

We rush and then rust

We spend our lives dashing and turn to dust

 

Think fast! And don’t fuss

No time to acknowledge the thing that you trust

We lie. And we lust.

We Never escape our loathing and self-disgust

 

The finish line is where we die

Killing ourselves for a prize

And never living before the afterlife.

 

Always on the go,

Never in the moment

The me that you will never know

Will be a pointless, depressing, bored ghost

If I don’t make the most

Of what I have and take it slow.

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Published in: on November 26, 2005 at 11:52 pm  Leave a Comment  
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