like a treadmill, life just keeps going on.

u run whether u like it or not.

whether u can breathe, or you're thirsty.

it just wunt get any better.

the aching wunt stop, the gastric wunt stop.

basically whether u see blurry things,

it's almost a life running on the spot.

not moving forward, not moving backward.

is this the life that everyone has without yearning

and those who yearn and move forwards canot get enough.

in the end when i stop running,

the floating sensation wunt stop.

den i have to keep running again,

run and run and run,

life is such a freaking terrible treadmill.
till the