The ground is shaking,
crumbling beneath your feet;
all you can see is the sky.
You are breathing, breathing deep,
you are running.
You are breaking into the open space,
lungs still screaming, heart still beating,
you will be at the finish line
on the edge of eternity
still breathing deep.
Can you feel it?
All falls away from you
and you are still moving on.
You cannot look back because there is nothing there.
Nothing to grab hold to,
nothing to stop you,
nothing to ease you or soothe you or rest you--
What do you have to hold
in your hands?
What is left
and what will remain?
The wide world is unfolding for you.
It has since the day you were born.
You're still breathing.
Legs that never tire, no obstacles--
Do you ever feel
held down
by anything?
I was standing still
but you
made me move.
When you passed by,
I watched you;
and you ran in place.
Moving, but not leaving.
I watched you.
You pull me up
and force me
forward.
Now I am running,
chasing after you.
You, who will not ever stop
for me,
for anything.
If I trip, if I tire,
if I long to rest,
you will push me forward
until I break.
The ground is shaking,
crumbling beneath our feet;
all there is to see is the sky.
We're breathing, breathing deep,
and we're running
together.
You don't have to be the last one.
You don't have to be the last one standing.
You don't have to feel alone.
You don't have to be alone
ever again.
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Greatly moved.
Because I have been spinning 'round and 'round in this chair, for about three minutes.
Just kidding, this is wonderful.
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