Running
By barboy
Sat, 27 Oct 2012
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Running and running, unsure for how long;
Or why, or where to and never what from.
We know only, forever, this rushing along.
Upward, onward and endless it seems -
Dashing through distance, time and our dreams -
Whirling legs growing slower and older
And crooked necks set over our shoulders.
Yet in this life of perpetual motion,
Distracted in its constant commotion,
It is only in finishing that we know instead;
That whatever pursued us is actually ahead.
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love the last line but the
love the last line but the whole poem is good.
;)Pia
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And this is glorious.Runs
And this is glorious.Runs along itself.How do you do that?
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I love the video
I love the video barboy.Thank you for sharing.Your poem certainly sounds like pavement pounding to the ears.Performing gives me the critters too.One day...
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