In the folds of time,
I run and run,
My feet hitting the pavement,
The wind against my frantic face,
As I race against my fate’s time and ending date,

The sands are golden brown and tainted with losses,
The wind weighs down on my lungs,
My eyes strain to see in the swirling storm,
My arms are tense and moving even when I’m dead,
My legs continue to run even when I’m disabled,
My soul continues to strain and lunge forward, even when He has already taken up it’s deal.

I am still running no matter what,
Past the past, present, and future,
Pass the deaths, rebirths, darkness, and lights,
Pass the fallen and the brave, the heroes and the cowards,
Past my reflection, parents, family, friends,

Running with no end at sight,
Until I reach the place where nothing exists,
When I reach the place that isn’t a place,
But is instead, nothing… a space filled with only emptiness.
When I reach the place of where I finally belong.