I’m constantly on the move.
Reaching and finishing,
Achieving and destroying.
Why isn’t doing something enough?
A whatever world is following me.
I can’t make up my mind,
Do I like it or loath it?
Must I take sides?
Below the cover of the clouds,
Targets are moving again.
Steadily wavering.
Are they still playing by the same rules?
It feels like I’m hurrying up,
to finish a book.
And someone is adding more chapters to it.
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