Running
We are running
No where fast
On a full tank
Of illusions
With plenty
Of new shoes
That hardly
Ever get worn
It seems a race
To each’s own death
Without ever
Catching our breath
To stop and see where
We are running to
Or which bogeyman
We are running from
“Tough of the track with the wind
And the rain that’s beating down on your back
Your heart’s beating loud
And goes on getting louder
And goes on even more till the sound is ringing in your head
With every step you tread and every breath you take
Determination makes you run, never stop
Gotta win, gotta run till you drop
Keep the pace, hold the race
Your mind is getting clearer
You’re over halfway there
But the miles, they never seem to end
As if you’re in a dream, not getting anywhere
It seems so futile
Run, on and on
Run, on and on
The loneliness of the long-distance runner
I’ve got to keep running the course
I’ve got to keep running and win at all costs
I’ve got to keep going, be strong
Must be so determined and push myself on
Run over stiles, across fields
Turn to look at who’s on your heels
Way ahead of the field
The line is getting nearer
But do you want the glory that goes?
You reach the final stretch, ideals are just a trace
You feel like throwing the race
It’s all so futile
Run, on and on
Run, on and on
The loneliness of the long-distance runner
Run, on and on
Run, on and on
The loneliness of the long distance runner”
“The Loneliness Of The Long Distance Runner”
– Iron Maiden
Whoa. Excellent rumination. Why are we running? Seems pertinent to your previous post. We have an idea or illusion of a subsidiary meaning that impels us to run. Otherwise, if we were tethered/inspired by real meaning, then it likely would not feel like running, but flying.
(Just testing out an idea before really feeling it out… – throwing spaghetti at a wall to see if it sticks… which I have never done, so it’s possible this is a dumb comment)
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Depends on how much tomato “paste” is used.
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