Rat race
Blistered
Your feet go on
Carrying you ever forward
For theirs is not in view
Lines
Always in need of concealment
For they would truly betray
The truth you hold inside
Life
Rushing by like endless water
Yet still the life of nothingness
Keeps you under its wing
Sudden
The realisation of truth
Or the end of all you are
The choice is never too late





