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Dec 2009
Why do we run?
Where, has it all begun?
A feeble adventure, to excite the mind
An attempt, to begin to find

Find
Find what
Find the next thrill
         the next high
                next rush
Adrenalin, alcohol, drugs, ***, all played
Nothing stayed

Where, will this end?
What’s, around the next bend?

Are we running to, or
Are we running from
To, to what and why,
From, from what and why

The answer is nei

We are searching
Searching for the most precious, spectacular and valuable
                   for the uncharted, undiscovered, unexplored
                         the hidden, obscured and illusive
Searching, searching for the self

The real self is I
The I, without the ego
          without the cars, houses, status and standing
The I, that’s here to serve
                    here to apologize, recognize, compliment, help and support

The I, that I forgot
JeanlBouwer
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