WHY ARE WE RUNNING

Why do we bother to dream,
When eventually we have to embrace
reality,
Why do we think we can fly,
When we are subject to gravity,
We mourn the loss of steam,
When it’s swallowed by disparity,
When we tumble down from the sky,
Then our dreams become vanity,

Oh why are we running,
When this race seems so futile,
Sweating and panting,
Chasing the wind when it ain’t
worth while,
Oh why oh why we running,
Towards a future bleak with every
mile,
When hope drains into the sea,
Though it began mighty like the
Nile

We live for tomorrow,
When we should be rejoicing in today,
Walking in the straight and narrow,
Wearing optimism like an array,
Yet because all we know,
Is while the sun shines make hay,
Older we grow,
Our eclipsed lives giving in to disarray

Oh why are we running,
When this race seems so futile,
Sweating and panting,
Chasing the wind when it ain’t
worth while,
Oh why oh why we running,
Towards a future bleak with every
mile,
When hope drains into the sea,
Though it began mighty like the
Nile,

We forgot to live,
We forgot how to make precious
memories,
We forgot to give,
To our selves; became our own worst
enemies,
We forgot to grieve
For our lost boundaries,
Forgot to sieve;
Rid our selves of unrealities…
why are we running….why are we
running….WHY are we ruNnIng

© Kibali Moreithi

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