Anticipation in the air
A big crowd waiting for the flare
They never said it would be fair,
I didn't ask to be born in here
A game that never really ends
No time to stop and make amends
No one around you are a friend
'f they tell you that... they just pretend
It's an endless game—a marathon
When it seems to end, it's just begun
All on my own, there is no one
To help me out in this heinous marathon
It's not a game of strength or wit
run even if you are unfit
Each time one falls out of it
Another's born right in this pit
It's the truth and truths are bitter
No one's a loser or a winner
All worthless labels, useless stickers
No one belongs... all're just visitors
It's an endless game—a marathon
When it seems to end, it's just begun
All on my own, there is no one
To help me out in this heinous marathon
–Halaenoor
A/n: turns out, life is just an endless marathon with no losers or victors but just a brutal fight to get to the mirage which they call success. Were all killing and dying, chasing after what are mere labels and stickers, not realising that we are doing nothing but what we shouldn't be.
Sitting here in my bed, thinking about a great aunt that passed away a few hours ago, I cant help but think that life, now, is nothing but an endless marathon.
BINABASA MO ANG
Melodies in my Head
PoetryAfter many lines and rhymes, presenting the melodies stuck my head. Updates whenever these melodies start to play. do vote, comment, and share. Enjoy.
