The Run

We run, we all run
Some aware of the destination ahead
Some oblivious, just following the crowd run
And I, I favour with the latter unkeen where I headed

In this run, most run while looking at the destination
Unaware of the mysteries laying by the roadside
And the fellow runners with, ahead and behind us
This blind them of the beauty of the road

And eventually fatigue will catch up to us
And the run will came for us to a halt
And we will look back at our path with regret
Of what could have been an exciting adventure