• the_patient_wolf_ 23w

    Why does the writer crave the praise?
    Why does the dust dance in the rays?
    Why does the young man chase the lass
    Only to chase another when time has passed?
    Why does the businessman chase success
    Only to feel satisfied less and less?

    Driven, pulled, seduced are we.
    Lured by something that we cannot see.
    It calls and we follow without hesitation
    Not knowing what will be the final destination.

    We know not who leads the pack
    Or if we will ever make it back.
    We know not who plays the song,
    We know only to dance along.