We'Re All Going Somewhere Not Just Walking

We're All Going Somewhere Not Just Walking By: Tom Wright 9/11/98 Many, move through life, as if on a treadmill. Expending energy yet gaining little ground, rushing nowhere. Feeling like a football that life has kicked the air from. Deflated, and defeated, we cope. Our only motivation and hope, is that tiny light at the end of the tunnel. Until one day, a Doctor tells us, that light is a one eyed dog, (as in Greyhound bus with one headlight). Our ticket is about to be punched, we're about to become road kill. It is at this time our goals become less important. (If existing) Our priorities totally change as we discover we have traded our lives for money, which we'll leave behind. Enjoy life!
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