His mind; burdened with the future,
The past on his shoulders.
Running from his fiery Past
into the Future,
where money and happiness are abundant
– or so he has been told.
Through the mist of the Present,
a place where no man will
Stop.
And breathe.
Beauty is not uncommon here.
Overshadowed by greed,
nothing to do but join
the Race.
Chasing money and material seems to
be the path most trodden,
I mean –
does there exist another?
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