Moving too fast

Not thinking ahead, only the past

Only mistakes can help me think,

And plenty I have inside me.

No one can tell me right or wrong

I see no black or pure white;

Only shades of gray that sink

As I figure which way to go

Running now,

                        and still too slow;

I must get where I’m going.

Wherever that is, it’s too far away

And nothing holds me long.

I can feel the fear coming strong;

A fear of never reaching,

Of only running endlessly

Across the universe…searching.

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