The faster I run, the farther I stray
From destination: life is handed
To me on a tray, but I display
tantrums
of a spoilt child denied a toy:
myopic my view, a short term ploy
to fill my coffers , to fill my day
to forget myself in mindless play:
world’s hurly burley’s forever on
faster and even faster we run
following rise and fall of sand dunes
that in our path sage Time splays
stumbling , straitening, till we decay.
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