Two black arms running
around a bunch of lines,
called 'NUMBERS'.
Wherever I go,
my eyes refuse to take away
from it;
Why?
I don't know...
What I know,
I do feel is,
the exhaustion of running,
without making a single mistake,
holding your breath till the end,
not knowing
even why...
But still,
two of us,
are running,
running
along the road...
I cannot move on,
the lane is too hot for me.
I just,
Just can't stand up,
the load on my small back
is so heavy;
I just can't breath.
My feet aches,
can't we just stop
for a while and move on?
Please?...
But still why?
Why?
To catch up,
to save the FIRST PLACE,
Why are we both
running?
...
Nov 20, 2025
Nov 20, 2025 at 9:21 AM UTC
Two black arms running
around a bunch of lines,
called 'NUMBERS'.
Wherever I go,
my eyes refuse to take away
from it;
Why?
I don't know...
What I know,
I do feel is,
the exhaustion of running,
without making a single mistake,
holding your breath till the end,
not knowing
even why...
But still,
two of us,
are running,
running
along the road...
I cannot move on,
the lane is too hot for me.
I just,
Just can't stand up,
the load on my small back
is so heavy;
I just can't breath.
My feet aches,
can't we just stop
for a while and move on?
Please?...
But still why?
Why?
To catch up,
to save the FIRST PLACE,
Why are we both
running?
...
At present, much has changes. Most of the children are forced to do education, studies by their parents with comparison carved to their brains, to go beyond the others. But does the child desire it? Is what ***** deserves? What about childhood? Time cannot be reversed...
(This poem expresses the emotion of child who is forced to run the race of life)
(In it, two of the characters can be taken as; Child & the mother/father)
