We start running as soon as we gain consciousness. We start to dreams and ambition. Mostly they are not our dreams they are our parents and societies dreams that are inflicted upon us.
We run blindly through our childhood running away from it because we want to grow. We can to be perfect young man or women in front of our society. We miss all the joys of childhood because we are too busy preparing to become adults.
When we become adults we start to become greedy and run fast as ever so fast that we left our friends and family behind but my no means its our fault. It is the nature we were provided when we were children. We were told to become best to reach the top of the mountain even know that you are mostly alone on the top.
The race continue even be become adults teaching our children to run want them to run faster they ever did faster then there parents and family. Telling them to race with there cousins and friends.
Forgetting that in the race we have to get ahead thus leaving everybody behind. Even the one cheering for you.
Then we start to see the finish line which at the end we realize is our grave. Just waiting for us to get tried and stop. As we start to slow down we realise that there is no one there its so cold,dark and silent. The speed was the lust and the lust led to lose, The lose of everybody that we loved and once owned as our's. The irony is that not everyone was left behind there were few they felt us far behind. Those are the one who we told to run as hard as they can towards the goal.
What Goal we ask ourself staring to the grave. We just ran from the mother's womb to pits of grave and left everything in between behind.
We run blindly through our childhood running away from it because we want to grow. We can to be perfect young man or women in front of our society. We miss all the joys of childhood because we are too busy preparing to become adults.
When we become adults we start to become greedy and run fast as ever so fast that we left our friends and family behind but my no means its our fault. It is the nature we were provided when we were children. We were told to become best to reach the top of the mountain even know that you are mostly alone on the top.
The race continue even be become adults teaching our children to run want them to run faster they ever did faster then there parents and family. Telling them to race with there cousins and friends.
Forgetting that in the race we have to get ahead thus leaving everybody behind. Even the one cheering for you.
Then we start to see the finish line which at the end we realize is our grave. Just waiting for us to get tried and stop. As we start to slow down we realise that there is no one there its so cold,dark and silent. The speed was the lust and the lust led to lose, The lose of everybody that we loved and once owned as our's. The irony is that not everyone was left behind there were few they felt us far behind. Those are the one who we told to run as hard as they can towards the goal.
What Goal we ask ourself staring to the grave. We just ran from the mother's womb to pits of grave and left everything in between behind.
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