The Rat Race

My 3rd penalty poem for NaPoWriMo 2012

We seek truth, every one.
The rat race that entices us all,
The endless quest
With the endless reward
That never seems to come.

The goal never seems to draw near.
Always on the horizon it lies
In wait, mocking our every move
And effort, pointing and laughing
At our optimism.

We want to reach that fantastic fable.
It draws us closer and closer
Like lambs to slaughter,
And disciples to a god,
Seducing us from afar.

The journey will always continue.
It will march ever onward
Toward that horizon.
Will it stop with our doom,
Or even stop at all?

Let’s find out.

Author's Note

What do you think?

Reviews

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. i think you articulated this feeling of doubting what the journey is all about pretty well ... and ... i also think that it takes a while for us to know how -- but ultimately we realize that the journey -- in and of itself -- is important too ...