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!
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2021
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