why does it seem today
that people run a race
in search for something,
something that’s not there
and never was?
their footsteps can be heard
pitter-patter, pitter-patter
but their voices remain silent
there are no opinions,
no thoughts, no ideas,
just the sound of running feet
pitter-patter, pitter-patter
every day they get a little closer
a few more inches
just a little bit farther!
pitter-patter, pitter-patter
the noise becomes deafening
the tempo increasing
JUST A LITTLE MORE!
until they stop,
until they stop and realize
all this time,
they’ve just been standing still