Blinded by the light in your eyes
I cannot see the truth.
The darkness in your stare tells me
that dreams fade by the light of day.
Who do I see when I open my eyes?
Does it really even matter?
When you run to catch up with yourself
do you ever reach the end?
Exhaustion is bound to catch you before you do.
If the exhaustion doesn’t kill you, will you kill yourself?
Or can you not run quickly enough for even that.
You’ll catch up eventually.
Just in time to see yourself die.
Never having found a finish line.