We’re scared.
We don’t know what’s to come,
so we prepare for the worst.
Or we’re driven.
Driven by some some words or worths
that are externally given.
Either way – it’s not enough.
Never, nowhere, never enough.
Nevertheless we move on
and find ourselves in the nothingness
of the things that did not come.
Moving moving moving,
just moving on,
just moving along.
Moving a long
way until we finally get what we need.
Until we’re finally there.
But where are we?
What do we need?
What do we want?
Do you know?
I don’t. Because there is nothing to know.
There is nothing to want.
It’s all clouds of ideas
that will vanish as soon as we approach them
only to reveal the next thing to approach then.
Illusions.
But surely there is something tangible among these clouds.
We try to find out.
But we don’t have the time
so we run and we run
to get to the end of our search.
We breeze through a cloud
and find another after that
and another after that
and another after that.
We’re driven, we’re running,
unforgiving with ourselves
and honestly it’s quite stunning
how we run and we run
and try to find the end to this
so we can finally rest
and say that we have conquered it.
We want to slow down but we can’t,
no we can’t.
We wish for anything,
anything of value to find.
Yet, there is nothing there.
And before we know
we won’t be running anymore,
we’ll be exhausted and broken.
Our legs to frail to hold ourselves up,
our minds mushed
and our direction broken to pieces.

We are exhausted and broken.
It’s time to look around,
it’s just you.
Do you want to run?

L