we always look around
trying to figure out
what keeps us on the ground
we equate what we have
with what we don’t possess
then by raising our stakes
we define our own success
changes are imminent
benchmarks are volatile
to stay within the circle
we swallow the bitter pill
nothing is enough
we’re always in a race
no matter how much we have
there’s always an empty space
no limits
no finish line
everything that we do
is a race against time
contentment’s just a dream
unless we cut the thread
the chase will only cease
when we run out of breath
RMP (8/16/2014)
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