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Running Away From Me...

A poem I wrote a month ago.
Took me about a half hour to write,
but then it went through the polishing stage, and here it is.
Hope you like it.

What is that thumping, ticking sound?
Like a pair of hooves, galloping upon the ground?

It keeps itself, a steady pace, as it runs,
in the race.

It never stops, and never thinks, not to breathe, not to blink.
It keeps on going. I admire the way, it goes on and on, never
lookin back, keeps its eyes on the track.

It never takes even a little break,
just sets its mind, on the chosen place.
It really isn't running anywhere, just running?

As I run, in pursuit, I hear that ticking noise again.
It glides, like a ship, set on sail.
My feet, they thread across the ground, taunted by that ticking sound.
Soon I get left behind, unable to keep on its tail.

Fainter and fainter, are the running feet, fainter becomes the sound, of ticking,
but it comes again, it comes around. I feel its mocking me, as it comes, and goes,
leaving me in its wake.
I try to catch my breath, I need to take a break.

It holds no mercy towards me, it never waits and
in a tick tock manner, it returns again
and all I can do is gaze in awe as it races upon the ground.
It must have gone a million times, even more, but still it goes.

It never eats, never drinks, never sleeps, never stops to think.

Just runs and runs, then runs some more. It keeps at that steady beat,
every hour of every day, of every week, of every month and of every year!
Keeps on going.

I wonder what it could be, but time?
Time running away...
Time, running away from me, endlessly.
As I watch, time, is running away from me...



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