Spent a lifetime eating dust.
The days have come and gone.
I've come to see that life is just
an endless marathon.

It's been a constant battle.
An uphill wild ride.
Will it never end?
Who's to say?
Who's to decide?

Can't stop to take a drink,
or rest and catch my breath.
This keeps up I think I might just chase myself to death.

What is it that I'm after
at this suicidal pace?
In the distance,
Is that laughter?
Might that be a resting place?

Might it be my destination?
Might I have reached the end,
or just a service station
up around the next bend?

Won't know until I get there.
(if my heart keeps holding out)
Need some water, food, and air
to counteract this doubt.

that corrodes determination.
I can feel it in my bowel.
Fear and hesitation.
Feel like throwing in the towel

Giving up the chase.
I'm going nowhere fast.
Just a stupid one man race
in which I'm bound to finish last.