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Running headlong into the wind,
I feel the rush as I push forward,
My desires to overcome my circumstances
Drive me on to new heights,
New adventures.
But is that why I run?
I run as if in pursuit of some dream,
A dream, that, if left unpursued for even a moment,
Will outrun me,
Never to be seen again.
Am I impatient?
Undoubtedly.
I cannot spare even a minute.
I cannot afford to take my eyes off the prize.
But somehow, that is not my drive.
I run because I'm afraid
That while I'm in pursuit of these hurried dreams,
Were I to turn around,
A dream just might be chasing me.
I cannot be caught in the whirlwinds of romance.
I cannot fly on the ecstasy of love,
Because when the wind calms,
I am afraid I will fall.
But it's too late.
I have fallen.
Have you ever wondered why they call it
Falling in love?
Because for a while you seem to float on the breeze,
But when reality hits,
You find yourself racing
To the bottom of a bottomless abyss
Unaware that while life rushes by you,
You are still in pursuit of a shattered dream.

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