Running; running into something—
something running… seems trivial.
:gunfire; fire guns to end a war;
their working hands, worked too much.
Digging graves, those grave decisions;
like a sudden kiss to end a friendship...
Endless friends, still recalling your foes’
middle names. Strange?

To hate is to acknowledge; acting
knowledge— truly irrelevant, seems
:so irrelevant, truly— to sew threads
to your materialism; chasing a bag,
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; till that baggage bags your heart…

I guess we’re all running; running
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;into something— nothing!