Running the Finish Line
I'm running...faster and faster I'm striving...that finish line is almost in sight...just have to push slightly harder,
The Purpose of my drive I couldn't tell a soul...I couldn't tell my own...imperfections on every level to make a perfect individual,
Why do we love...perception that doesn't have a cause...reasonable doubts in the end every living individual gets hurt,
Taken back from the world at hand...religious appeals by the faithful vs. the the atheism that abounds against each other a race of time and space.
Parables haven't yet made their mark against the race of chariots...their fire raging behind them like hell's wrath and fury,
But those angels of Catholic design...rosemary's against the tolls that may be partaken against them...pray and pray away,
But I ask of every religion of every race and ethnic consistency...Get along with each other like the animal kingdom at hand,
Our species nothing more than mammals around the amphibians....The reptiles alongside the flocking birds of the suns rays and blight.
I as the world to exchange hands for the race to the finish line...as I come closer and closer...aimlessly searching for divine design,
Finding my heart in an endless world of pain and suffering...of instrumentals that sing in the background like nightingales on a dusk filled day,
So then the nightingales then fall away for the crows to take the field...action packed dillema on every level and standard,
Addictions and persevering failures nothing more than idealistic compulsiveness of our own minds throughout the statehood of the world.
So we find ourselves wondering...is this nonsense really the finish-line of dreams and pure canons and motets...or madrigals and modern glorifying,
Of secular wishing and religious thoughts clashing with each other...let it go...be free and follow simplistic natures that trace your being itself,
Drums have been playing for hours in your head...relationships...jobs... achievement...glory and money,
Follow a balance...look for the rough road to find yourself...selflessness over selfishness translating pure inclinations...Find your Finish line...I will find mine.
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