Marathon
Life is always a race.
A moment by moment transaction,
In which everything is an obstacle.
Your heart and muscles are infected with fatigue,
And Rest seduces your mind;
Preventing you from the finish.
The marathon is never over,
People will fool themselves into this falisty;
And sleep forever.
When you think the race is over,
And there is nowhere to run,
Things will continue to happen.
Good or ill.
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Hello, my name is Hemlock. I tend to write poetry and personal feeling in this journal. Your reactions are appreciated.
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