I had run this far,
Had panted and puffed.
I had breathed heavily,
But hasten the breath further.
The legs move on, the arms swing and swing.
I had run this far, further now.
Still running, running forward
Through time.
Occasionally glancing back down the road,
Never looking far enough back to see
Where I’ve been,
And rarely seeing the meaning of where I’ve been.
Still running, running forward,
But looking down.
Always almost exhausted, always running,
Even when resting, the feet still run.
The head too tired
To look up ahead, to tired to lift
And plan for that fork ahead.
The head held listlessly downward,
Looking at the next step, and the next step,
But never the next mile.
I run, and run and run,
But am not sure how far I’ve come.
Not sure of how far I’ll go.

I’m never sure my next step will hit the ground,
But still I run on and continue along
The miles of this life.