I don’t remember.
I might never remember.
Was it a dream?
Is it still a dream?
My eyes opened one day.
And I was running.
I wondered where am I.
Where am I running?
Where am I running to?
Where am I running from?
Or should it be what or who?
I stopped.
I looked around.
It was darkness around.
And then, came others.
From behind.
I realised.
They passed by me.
Where are they running to?
Where are they running from?
Or should it be what or who?
I realised; why.
I don’t see a point in staying here.
So I run.
But I cannot run anywhere.
I felt stuck.
I am stuck.
The cycle repeats!
Let the cycle repeat itself.
But this ends in pain and harm.
What do I see?
I see everything!
That I can see nothing.
I am tired.
I cannot be here now.
As I am everywhere now.
So I ran back.
Where?
Nowhere.
Where do I want to be?
Nowhere!

Was it by chance a treadmill
The mind was running on
As imagination’s windmill
Brought the next scene upon
Isn’t it freedom unto itself
The choice to stop and pause
Replenish the thought shelf
And go on to meet the cause
Mysterious it may indeed be
Perhaps unbeknownst even to it
It could be gliding to look and see
The one sole it can step into and fit
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