The place that I run,

And what I run from—

The boundary begins to fade...

We all seem to be running out of one thing or another;
and it doesn't matter what it is though it can be a bother
to everyone when they have to go and get some more
because then the effort required becomes like a chore.
This process generally does happen on a daily basis
and it usually depends on what are individual cases
of what each one needs or can't seem to do without
when sooner or later they see that they're running out.

This has also come to be known as a struggle for survival
that everyone is, in a way involved, for their own revival
when they realise that the things they all need to stay alive
are being depleted at such a rate which makes them strive
to often have to go out and get those things they may need
and with some people it seems its just to satisfy their greed.
Because even though they might have enough of something
they're caught up in the notion that less isn't very comforting.

This usually means everyone is attached to one thing or another
and so it really shouldn't take very long for anyone to discover
there are some people around who have accumulated so much
that regardless of who they are, will be all accustomed to such.
Which brings me to ask the question of “what makes us happy?”
and what conditions have to exist so that people aren't scrappy,
living their daily lives in such a way as those who only go about
doing what they need to do just to find they are also running out.
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We all seem to be running out of things
especially those to which our life clings.
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when did I become
Everything I'm running from?