I got the runner’s disease,
always on the move
with time chasing me.
Hourglass is running down.
The sand is almost depleted.
You will see me surfing
through the cosmos
in the stories
you are reading,
see my flesh receding
see old lines repeating
as I lose my mind;
But I am always moving forward,
always stepping ahead
the only time I’ll stop
is when I am dead.