OUR FUTILE QUEST AT LIFE.
Having been running for so long,i at times feel it's been longer than i know.
Maybe since i came before,but i am not faint.
I try to remember the beginning,but i cannot look back;the end too far to see.
Yet,i run for a reason i do not know.
I am not alone,i guess,but i see myself only;
Others i think may think the same.
I wish to stop,yes;but i dont know how nor when.
Do i then run by my will?
I think if i stop,then i have stopped.Everything stops and am no more.
Oh,perhaps for fear of this i endlessly run,from it,for it,to it,in it.
And my Savior has come,beside him i seat,in him.
I look down and now see running,their throng in torn thongs.
Until they looked up,the are running.
Maybe since i came before,but i am not faint.
I try to remember the beginning,but i cannot look back;the end too far to see.
Yet,i run for a reason i do not know.
I am not alone,i guess,but i see myself only;
Others i think may think the same.
I wish to stop,yes;but i dont know how nor when.
Do i then run by my will?
I think if i stop,then i have stopped.Everything stops and am no more.
Oh,perhaps for fear of this i endlessly run,from it,for it,to it,in it.
And my Savior has come,beside him i seat,in him.
I look down and now see running,their throng in torn thongs.
Until they looked up,the are running.
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