chasing the dream
with a phlegmatic celerity
minute by minute
a fast-track pace
straight forward
... all the way
keeping the spirit alive
yearning for the destiny
you pine for infinity
listening to what your heart chants
Run! Run!! Run!!!
You keep the chase on.
vertigo and nausea
your head spinning like anything
veins, bereft of blood
through your skin
... nothing's left to sweat out
a feeling, your heart's failing
.... slowly
the alarm bell rings softly
but hits you hard
and you realize consequently
what you've left behind
... far behind
your destiny!
your dream!
now merely sour grapes.
coming too far ahead
perhaps more than you realize
pale and wan
wretched and forlorn
trapped...
in a formidable loneliness
you deplore for what you've done
you lie insenate
but then my friend
it's already too late.
who do you blame for your fate?
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