some times I feel
that things have lost meaning
small joys don't matter any more
we all are running
to where ? we don't know.
and once in a while we pause
for someone who can't run anymore
then leave the past behind and start running again.
till when ? we don't know
Some times I just imagine
somebody standing outside this whole mêlée
trying to figure out
what running is all about
then he says
"I never thought, my creation could be so engrossing
yet so removed from reason, so futile"
and laughs out loud................................
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