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