I run, desperately
a constant motion
almost as if I’m
chained to a treadmill
Yet I look around
and others run too
are they following me?
Or am I them
How I wonder
What is this thing
We are running from?
Perhaps it’s boredom
the silence
The terror of being alone
Not knowing
We are at the edge of serenity
But it slips further
The faster we go
Feb 21, 2025
Feb 21, 2025 at 8:11 AM UTC
I run, desperately
a constant motion
almost as if I’m
chained to a treadmill
Yet I look around
and others run too
are they following me?
Or am I them
How I wonder
What is this thing
We are running from?
Perhaps it’s boredom
the silence
The terror of being alone
Not knowing
We are at the edge of serenity
But it slips further
The faster we go