Life

I am running from reality,
and trying not to stop.
But one day I will trip or fall,
and reality will catch up.

I never know when the path is rough,
I never predict my way.
I never know when I suddenly find,
a place I want to stay.

Even when I find my spot,
I will want a new.
‘Cause humans never get enough,
need other stuff to do.

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