Where shall the runner hide his lie,
Where shall the liar run to hide?
Where do the sane hide crazy truths,
Where do the insane hide their roots?
When everything in the world is running toward death,
Running faster than earth spins out its wallow,
And you know we lie better, to ourselves;
Knowing the truth, then there's no more denying-
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Deep.yes and very true, to many people running nowhere, running from self is all they can do