WORD STREAM (17) Blind Race

Blind Race


With supersonic speed,

The earth is moving,

Everything is instant,

Needs, no proving.


Time is running fast,

Days are short,

Results are foreseen,

Before, the start.


Nobody has time,

Simply to inhale,

In this blind race,

Who dares to fail?


Life is not to live,

It is for run,

Go- ahead or collapse,

Survival is a fun.


Happiness is acting,

In the crowd around,

Empty ‘self’ sinks,

In the ocean of sound.


Don’t look back,

Past is dead,

Run for the luck,

Tail, or head.


Elixir of space-age,

All are drinking

Brains are booming,

Hearts are shrinking.


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