• maeforeman 5w

    Vain Sprint

    Underneath the stampede of a world in rush towards the great start
    Beneath the harsh concrete that embalms the land with tarr
    Down-Down deep there is still a staggering, beating heart
    High-High up an omniscient, constant, tenacious cosmic star
    And us rolling and ruling and flying and sailing
    Ever unsated, our dehydrated souls frantically flailing
    Mindlessly scattering our "being"; nibbled by the flea of greed
    A world in rush to the great end that lies underneath the stampede.