Same Problems

Days run up on one another

Racing to a finish line that forever keeps moving

No chance of ever finishing 

But what’s left 

What are my options 

To stop and join the crowds

I can’t stand people

Unlike zombies, they’re worse

Sucking up all the air that is meant for precious life

The life of the squandered 

I’d rather not join them

So I keep running

Hoping that one day

That day when the finish line stops moving

I will cross that line

Might even finish this rat race

But then what’s next

What’s left to chase?

Day #354 SJD © 2021 Segundo Juan Devora. All Rights Reserved.

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