lassitude

people running
a million miles a minute

what are we after?
fame and power

and money
(and madness that comes
with money)

always wanting to be
a step ahead
of the next guy

in the stampede we
trample on a garden
full of seeds trying
to become flowers
that would take our attention
off insanity
even for a moment

but we keep on running
after nothing

(apparently)

~~~

written for a to z challenge. my theme: “senses”

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