Running
Running but don't know why
How long?
How far?
Why?
These are the questions I ask myself
I run but never get tired
I hurt but I don't stop
I'm running for the prize
My prize?
I don't know
I'm running for something I don't know
I'm running a race
A race of life
How long?
How long is the race?
As long as my life
When will it end?
Now
I died
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