exhaustion sets in
I have been running in circles all day
trampling my lifes work
no more will these seeds live
who here dares to stop me
besides the little man in the forest
who here dares to cross me
besides the little woman in the sky
I like these odds
so i'll continue to run
their dissapointing stares
burn no more than pinholes
in the back of my mind
air flowing through
whispers to me
so i'll continue to run
they tell me of new victoms
a recently sowed field
not far from here
I can almost taste the seeds
before they hit the Earth
so i'll continue to run
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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