Lost in the Marathon's Wake

Runaway, oh timid soul,

Keep going,

You are no stranger to the strength of these limbs,

They carry you great distances,

Yet lead you nowhere.

How much longer will you seek solace in escapism?

Does reality hold no meaning for you?

From the day you shed tears,

From the slender three taps on your buttocks,

you opted to surrender to life's swift-paced chase,

But you tread a misguided path,

Opposing the marathon's flow.

You're not yet adrift,

But if your legs won't propel you forward,

Sever and cast them away.

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